Wine Bar

I wrote this verse this evening, about a red-toothed fellow in the wine bar tonights, with whispy dirty hairs atop a flushed scalp.


"Waxy Cheese"

The character 'neath the hickroy plume--
His hair (or lack of) garnishes a dome that is
A magnificent cheese-wheel, Dropped on a dirty public bathroom
Floor,
That a scruffy Norwegian yesterday used to
Shave his four-day beard.

And wine-teethed chicklets, to utter
"Cheers" to his neighbor
Who fills his glass,
For a 2-pound Sterling.
And, then, bowed his head, to take on
The full effect, and say his
Evening Prayers, with silent fury.



- weeeeee, that one might need some work. Yoshi!