Unpleasant Views

Such a disheartening sight!
A drop left, not even
enough to cover the
tongue, let alone wet
the whistle.  It is bare naked
apart from its glossy, eye
catching logo.  But the
beautiful thing is, you
knock it back, chuck it
away, grab another,
twist, and the whistle
gets wet!


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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