Trick-or-Liquor

It's Halloween night, I got a nice shot in my hand

But don't run away yet, it's not the bullet-kind, man

Here, grab a jiggler, our special family recipe

I won't be joining you though, I never let alcohol get the best of me

 

Reds, and greens, oranges, and blues

The squishy little drinks come in so many hues!

Come to my house, baby, have you heard the news?

Because here, down south, we know how to booze

 

This is The Brew Thru:Horror edish

Bouncy little Jell-os are just delish

Step up to the porch, collect your treat

The real trick with a well-known kick

 

Some say alcohol is of the Devil

I guess that makes me a demoness, so those bitches better scurry

My home is temporarily vacant, I am out delivering

So for now, Hell hath no Fury

 

Trick-or-Liquor, pick your poison, bitch.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A fun little poem before Halloween...there will be more to come, but I assure you, they will be much darker and gruesome :)

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