Sunday, 21 March 2010

The Alcoholic

The greatest star in all the land
A huge celeb, so famed and grand
He’s coming to our town, it’s said
The luminary named “Big Ted”

So what demands does he decree?
What satisfies this VIP?
Fine caviar and coats of mink
But most of all, our Ted wants drink

Ten bottles of top French champagne
And best Rioja straight from Spain
Tequila with fresh limes and salt
Plus Scottish whisky, single malt

The moment for his act draws near
They’re waiting for him to appear
The girls are screaming “where’s our hunk?”
He’s passed out on the bed, dead drunk

Sunday Scribblings: Demands

3 comments:

  1. Delightful poem. If only this was the way and not a semi-inebriated wannanbe that ruins his performance. But what does it matter the crowd are off their their minds as well!

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  2. Great humour! It really shows that excess of anything, including demands,is detrimental eventually.

    Really liked this.

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  3. buahaha loved this. poor Ted needs an intervention :)

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