The Old Man's Lager

There,
Sat the glass of lager
He,
Knew he shouldn't bother
For if,
He should get started
He,
Would not be rewarded

His wrinkles creased his face,
His old clothes stole his grace,
To think of his long lost wife,
He could only grimace,

To kill his memories that haunted him,
He stared at the glass.
Wondering what ole' Lanette would've said,
If he had taken it with class.

No longer afraid,
And no longer feeling foolish,
He snatched the glass off of the bar!

By the first drink
He could no longer think
Of that damned ole' Lanette

The cursed old woman!
He believed she died nagging
So by the fifth drink
He couldn't help but laughing!

Once he finished,
He ordered another
And said "Make it as good as the first!"

Then with a snicker
And a twinkle in his eye
He swallowed the liquor
And laughed one more time

And by the dawn,
After he'd fallen asleep,
The bartender had come to wake him,

Asleep with a smile,
Was this old drunken man
He looked so sound

Never would the bartender have known
He was again with his damned ole' Lanette!

Author's Note

I was trying to come up with a funny poem... I think it worked? IDK...

Reviews

[NickyGL]

well, i was funny, in a way.... but not ha ha ha fall out of my chair......

[RLT's Heart]

Hmmm....my initial thought was not funny. But I guess I could see how it could be. But I did enjoy it.

[Matthew Kult]

I am not sure about funny, but I am not feeling well so it could be my mood. I will say this is a good poem, and touched me a little sad. I feel like it's an old man trying to push away the memories from the days of his wife. I liked it.

Regards,

Matthew

[Britny_ Grady]

It's funny in a dark sort of morose way... I like it

[Misty Blue Eyes]

this is awesome...i love the way you did the poem the form is nice