I went fishing, wading out in the dark, I was hungry and my kitchen was stark, I had my red worms and beer, And, the beer gave me such cheer, Until, I stepped on a hammerhead shark.
My deer hunting rifle would not shoot, When I pulled the trigger it went "Toot! Toot!" So, I guess this year, I'll just drink beer, And, earn my title as an old coot.
Sometimes you feel you should write rhymes with Nantucket,
I thought so today and then I said "Duck It",
Who likes the East anyway?
I will visit not stay,
I'd rather be home with my beer in a bucket.
The "Ice Festival" did not go well this year, I fell through the ice and spilled a whole pint of beer, The water was ice cold, And, I'm just getting too old, I'd prefer "Summerfest" 12 months of the year.
Passionate Pete Porter Was a rare-bourbon snorter, But, one day he tried beer, Then, his new passion was clear, And, each glass cost just a buck and a quarter.
Jeff found some chickens in his drawers, They had ate his marshmallows he had saved for s'mores, The chickens were hasty, So, Jeff fried them up tasty, Then, his after dinner dessert was a Coors.
A rat mixed his whiskey and beer,
Next day he felt that death was near,
So, he admitted to his wife,
His adultrous second life,
He sobred and had something to fear.
Someone mixed tomato juice with their beer,
They had to drink it 'cause money was dear,
It tasted just fine,
A bit like red wine,
But, the vomit tasted awfully queer.
Black Friday comes only once a year,
The sales are great when money is dear,
The stores slash the price,
Up to 70% which is nice,
That leaves more money for pizza and beer.