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Day 139 – Gentlemen Pick the Tall Ones

Of brewskis and legs, a gentleman knows
high-quality is deserved,
awarded by his God in the natural way,
unprotested by champion’s guilt.

On towering limbs, above kookier fruits,
as high as he’s able to climb-
the bounty to pick, as well he should reach,
to befit his illustrious palate-

a pair, they two clean-cut idols who meet,
he on ladder, inherited, relies,
she glancing downward from bough where she grew
to espy a hand worth suicide.

But “Oh! ’tis not fair,” we exclaim from below,
“that the Lord should shine favor on them
and gift us with naught but a life further down,
to judge and be judged for our minds!”

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2 thoughts on “Day 139 – Gentlemen Pick the Tall Ones

  1. I am so proud of/amazed at/exhausted after this poem. It’s one of my best in a while, and is proof of what I’d be capable of doing if I more often had the time/energy that something like this requires :/

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