Swindler Ale

A Twix with chips and dip.

Netflix and a six pack.

Crack a cap and scull it.

Sending James Squires Swindler ale,

Swirling down my gullet.

/

Crinkle-cut packets are wrinkled,

My eyes no longer twinkle.

I’ve got an inkling,

That I’m on the brink,

Of my last drink.

/

Soon I’ll have to think…

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