Friday, January 02, 2009

Lurching Toward Epiphany: Day Eight

On the eighth day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me

Day Eight

eight shameless encores,
seven kegs a-brimming,
six queens sashaying,
five Highland Flings,
four letter words,
three clenched men,
two hurtled jugs,
and a party that lasted 'til three.


Anonymous said...

Ma says...

Dolores is such a diva.

Jeni R said...

I think Dolores is the Shit!!!

Allison Mosley said...

Oh, my God, Franklin! Your making me have to start wearing incontenince knickers! And it's worth it.