The Poet gets drunk on licorice and water
At first it is only a loose tongue and a small waver
But after a sip and a few more black bites
He fumbles with a small bag and brings out a tin whistle
After a few bad notes, he whips out a tune
Before unheard, unknown and now unforgettable
He throws in a second tune better than the first
And passes it on to the firefighter
Better be careful, he’s high on chocolate
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