Pour Me a Guinness

Merry Christmas
Pour me a Guinness
What, are you leaving before you finish?
You bet, there are limits.
But I’m gutted, my heart you diminish
What do you want me to do? Grimace?

Wordcount 33

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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30 Responses to Pour Me a Guinness

  1. Dale says:

    I likes me a Guinness on occasion and it doesn’t make me grimace πŸ™‚

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  2. EntangledDesigns says:

    Wonderfully done!

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  3. Jen Goldie says:

    I’d raise a glass to you but I haven’t had a drop in over a year, by choice. It’s also as you can see 1:11 a.m. Time to put the chairs up and go home. BTW I loved you poem and Top of the mornin to ya! 😊

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  4. Loved this, Crispina. I enjoyed the rhyme πŸ™‚


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