Showing Up Late for Happy Hour at the Corner Cantina
Showing Up Late for Happy Hour at the Corner Cantina
I’m late because of accidents and countless little slips
like toothpaste down my shirt front, hair caught in my zips
and a seat belt that was caught and wouldn’t span my hips.
So bring out all your arsenal—your bludgeons and your whips.
I deserve your censure, your curses and your yips.
Perhaps it is my fault that you’re in tequila’s grips!
By looking at the tablecloth and counting all the drips,
It seems that all the salsa’s not contacting your lips,
and all your margaritas aren’t winding up as sips.
I’m making the assumption you might need more chips,
and more salsa fresca and guacamole dips,
which means our busy waiter must make some extra trips.
He doesn’t seem amused by all your clever quips
which increase with the frequency of your little nips,
so I’m hoping the aforementioned will earn him larger tips!
For SOCS: The prompt word is “Show”
Now I’m in the mood for a cold margarita and some salsa and chips!
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Well I certainly live in the right place to fulfill that wish!
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yup…wish I was sitting with you too.
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Me, too. Y’all come!!!
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Haha! So good Judy.
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