An Ode To Kinki's Drunk And Morning

By Malcholm Dark

I remember little of the night before
Only tales of the alcohol I consumed.
Oh, how I drink, drank, drunk!

Even less on how he managed to get me home
And, all the puke which covers my bathroom.
Oh, how it stink, stank, stunk!

And as my head finally clears, I stumble outside
Only to find out, he ran over my dog when he left.
Oh, you skink, skank, skunk!

Wait, hold on! It's the neighbor's dog
Call me, sweetie!

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Published on Sunday, May 9, 2010. Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

As seen through the eyes of Kinkifrog

Comments on "An Ode To Kinki's Drunk And Morning"

A former member wrote: Quality little poem, enjoyed it.
On Wednesday, August 18, 2010, ubiquitoussoul (343) wrote:

There couldn't have been a better ode.lmao
A former member wrote: this had me laughing like a lunar tick.Great stuff!Scribble on!
A former member wrote: Dr Seus would be proud...dude you rock!
On Sunday, May 9, 2010, Rowan (197) wrote:

Hahaha! Absolutely priceless! Wonderful fun write.
On Sunday, May 9, 2010, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Lol well done Dark, it sounds like something Dr. Seuss would have written when he was drunk. Thanks for sharing.
A former member wrote: Kinda familiar scene. Very nice way to couch a situation like that. Thank you for this piece.
A former member wrote: Awesome, Malcholm, I love it.--Draven.