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Beer Guzzling Beaver
There once was a beaver
named alcoholic Clyde,
he went to the neighbors house
their beer they could not hide.
They turned out the lights
hoping he'd go home,
but on their front lawn
he grabbed a gnome.
He was a raging alcoholic
and threw the gnome
at their door,
he was rotten
to the very core.
He broke through
and let himself in,
went to the fridge and
grabbed the bottle of gin.
He looked through the cupboards
looking for some beer,
this is the drunkest
he's been all year.
He found some hiding
under the bed,
he drank so much
it messed up his head.
He sat on the floor and
guzzled the beer down,
on his face
he had a frown.
He tried to get
to his feet,
with the bathroom toilet
his face did meet.
He staggered out the door
and went home for the night,
he tripped over a hedge
he had a terrible flight.
He came down
with a thud,
his face was covered
with lots of mud.
The neighbors ran after him
with a meat cleaver,
but to this day
he's still a beer guzzling beaver.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
May.22/2004
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