a Poem -- ??

Hollow Legs;

an anatomy of 

getting 

drunk together

She was alone at the bar

Sipping her gin and tonic

His countenance perked, he liked,

wandering if she too had

a hollow leg

Of that of course he dare not ask

If she'd let they could find out

But so much of her he liked

it really wouldn't matter

if neither limb were hollow

If not then he'd remain still

and hoped they'd be snockered

together. That would be fun

More so than hollow legs

His he would seal, drink faster

Together then they would lose,

lose sight of reality

Non-hollowed night would pass

How do you do, Maam. Would you

like a drinking partner here

I'm lonesome and would not bite

That would be fine, Hubby says

this hollow leg I can't fill

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/just-one-word-hollow.html?m=1
 - Marian has asked us to use the word  "hollow" in our writing today. It caught her attention when she was reading a T.S. Eliot poem, you can read it at the link above.
 - I would have liked to have written about 'cats' this weekend.  I have Eliot's book, "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, from which the Broadway production, "Cats" was adapted.