I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.
I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.
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this is not the whole poem
this poem is considered an elegy?
this poem drunk, alan, we care for your splendor is the end of a chapter to all who wish to ceaselessly drink while never being
elegys are mourning the dead..they arent supposed to be funny
this poem isn’t even funny!!