Bira & Glen


While having his
Last glass
He made a cute pout
&
With that French accent
of  his
Said
You know
Our love
Is much younger
Than
This glass of 
brewed grain
But then
My love
Even these 
multiple Towers
Of  beers
Cannot  compete
With
Your Intoxicated
moist lips

They are like Glen
No  beer can  ever compete
With Glen

I curled my lips
Rolled my tongue
Over them
And said
“Cool! from tomorrow
You will have only Glen! “

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