Cherry Stirrup

drunk-owl

I may be a

James Bond

and then some–

–both shaken and stirred…

And I might be

a Salty Dog, too

–mixed up and edges

that bite,

Hell, I could even

be a Bloody Mary

–with too much going on

and too much going in–

as far as unnecessary garbage goes…

But I am no Margarita.

Not

blended,

Not

sour,

not

frozen.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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