Tuesday, November 2, 2010

“Well Still Still Well”

All was not well with the well that was all
the way down at the foot of the hill;
For into the drink had fallen a drunk
who kept drinking to get his full fill.

Strange this might sound, though not to the stranger,
who resounded with joy at his plight:
Still in the dry hole did hide a whole still
filled with hooch, to his hapless delight.

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