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Ma Drank The Whiskey Sour

That's right little ole lady
it's here once again
your birthday is back
so let your aches settle in

What to get you?,
something old or new
you kissed my cheek
and said, "your love will do".

To get a gift
it's not just for you
when the one watching you
open it get's excited too

So I started out
for something unique
and that's what she got
to say the least

I went for a walk
and I wandered about
I kicked this old liquor bottle
and a genie came out

As startled, shocked
and as scared as I was
this gift would be perfect
for the woman I love

So I scooped the genie
and the three wishes up
I ran all the way home
while shaking him up

sitting the bottle
on the kitchen counter
I unscrewed the cap
and never smelt anything

The bottle fell over
and the genie rolled out
he got back to his feet
when he then passed out

So all I could do
was laugh at the genie
now pitiful and drunk
just needing some sleepy

But now at this point
there’s nothing I can do
so I went to mama
and said,
"pick a hand... one or two”

The drunken genie man
was the hand she'd pick
so I offered her the hand
with the half full bottle
and told her to
wash him down quick
with this foul smelling

About this poem

This poem is about what to get the mother whom has everything. Well...accept this.

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Written on September 10, 2004

Submitted by Dnewton9215 on May 15, 2022

1:23 min read

Donna F Newton

It all started when i entered a poetry contest for my local news paper. I wrote my first poem which was chosen a winner and published. Ive been writing since. more…

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