A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

*scratches into bar-top, for Harry to read later*

so i dropped by
but the place was deserted
so i sat for a while
helped myself to a shot
digging the silence...
we should dance sometime

x
 
*reads graffiti writ on bar, sips a cold Riesling and waits for the Beguine to begin.*

Mind if I join you?

Waiter, I'll have what she's having.

Never figured Harry was a dancer. Will they be in costume?

Best make mine a half litre.


::
 
Harry,

A conjoined pair of twins walk into a bar with one pair of pantyhose pulled over their faces and announce "This is a stick up"


who do you hand the money to?
 
Mind if I join you?

Waiter, I'll have what she's having.

Never figured Harry was a dancer. Will they be in costume?

Best make mine a half litre.


::

Unless you're really thirsty the 1/2 L will be lukewarm.

Lukewarm? lukewarm? what a weird expression.
 
I could tip out the fire bucket and run the cold water for five minutes......the management is away indiefinitely, sorry.

Shall we dance? :D
 
Last edited:
How to serve a full bar:

Happy Hour

We meet somewhere between early and late
cocktail or coffee in hand
breakfast or a midnight snack
sometimes a nooner
chips and fish by the quay side
but always we return to this little bar
in an ally, not far from the railhead
..
Help yourself folks, open bar except for specialty drinks and the top shelf, try the vin Ordinare, very young but with a pleasant bouquet.
..
Ice in the freezer, Cocktail?
 
Last edited:
Harry,

A conjoined pair of twins walk into a bar with one pair of pantyhose pulled over their faces and announce "This is a stick up"


who do you hand the money to?
..
the one with the great tits; they are nude, right?
 
*scratches into bar-top, for Harry to read later*

so i dropped by
but the place was deserted
so i sat for a while
helped myself to a shot
digging the silence...
we should dance sometime

x
..
*Touches hand to cheek* I was writing. Last chapters of my book will be posted here soon. Time to start the sequel and maybe make a dollar or two now that there is something for a publisher to look at.
..
Dance, can we stand close and sway?
 
Pink Gin

Plymouth Sweet and Angostura,
remind me of you.
And the bitters, oh the bitters,
remind me of you.
 
WillOtheWisp here on a 3-hour tour. This forum was recommended to me by a kind soul who reviewed one of my sonnets favorably. I hope that in time I can fool all of you into thinking I know how to write poetry too! :)

I hail from the Chicago suburbs, getting into the city when its possible, and into cyberspace when its not. Nice to meet you!
 
WillOtheWisp here on a 3-hour tour. This forum was recommended to me by a kind soul who reviewed one of my sonnets favorably. I hope that in time I can fool all of you into thinking I know how to write poetry too! :)

I hail from the Chicago suburbs, getting into the city when its possible, and into cyberspace when its not. Nice to meet you!

Hi and welcome.

Glad you found us and I hope you'll hang out and write with us. There's lots of threads on the main page where you can explore and write poems or post. And there's this hangout just for fun. :)

I am up way too late and should go to bed already, but wanted to say hello. Nice to meet you, too.

:rose:
 
WillOtheWisp here on a 3-hour tour. This forum was recommended to me by a kind soul who reviewed one of my sonnets favorably. I hope that in time I can fool all of you into thinking I know how to write poetry too! :)

I hail from the Chicago suburbs, getting into the city when its possible, and into cyberspace when its not. Nice to meet you!

hi :)

i'm about to head off to work, but wanted to add my welcomes. Harry makes a mean drink, there's dancin' and all these poeticky-types hanging about discussing the meaning of life and socks.

enjoy your stay!

:rose:
 
WillOtheWisp here on a 3-hour tour. I hope that in time I can fool all of you into thinking I know how to write poetry too! :)
Your poem was killer. I'm fooled. *Thinks about that and decides to shut up*
I hail from the Chicago suburbs, getting into the city when its possible, and into cyberspace when its not. Nice to meet you!
..
I like Chicago. There was this party at Halloween, I dressed up as a ...
but where are my manners? Welcome. Cocktail?
 
A poet walks into a bar
A bomb goes off
shit happens
A level deeper
was the bomb shelter
And a sign and a graffiti
Absinthe fondles the Heart
but
Fucks the Brain​
go figure
the fibonacci sequence
the difference between a conch and a clam
shell games

and you'll never look at a bivalve
with a straight face again
 
A poet walks into a bar
A bomb goes off
shit happens
A level deeper
was the bomb shelter
And a sign and a graffiti
Absinthe fondles the Heart
but
Fucks the Brain​
go figure
the fibonacci sequence
the difference between a conch and a clam
shell games

and you'll never look at a bivalve
with a straight face again

...:D That poem is kinda Mollusk (ey) Looks like a dead trap, sliding slots? ...the nacre is lovely
 
Last edited:
Back
Top