Hand For The Big Applesauce's Bars' Hangovers

"Hand For The Big Applesauce's Bars' Hangovers"

Applause for the apple's sauce.

It might sound like guitars.

But it's actually me throwing up at the bars.

I feel like I'm so drunk that I'm floating on Mars.

It's barhopping for Christmas as one of Santa's elves.

The liquor is stored on the establishment's shelves.

For all to inhabit on a bar stool while imbibing seven elevens.

Tom Collins is his name.

He thinks he's very drunk but he knows not.

It shows up in his pale face an awful lot.

But his gut is shot and he'd rather be smoking pot.

Maybe some day they will have pot bars.

Take as much crap as you want but don't give any away.

So they say!

But it always costs to pay.

It's like a pun's play on the words.

Herds and herds of hummingbirds.

Such a delight can only be seen on a big screen.

It's all a part of the scene in a lark.

Like Mr. Clark Kent's cigarettes are.

Found in a timeless star.

On a bar stool in the bar.

Have you been that far in your favorite cookie jar?

Drink and be jolly.

For this is no folly.

By The Guy Known Ollie.

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