Twice a year..
I drink whisky..
With the moon..
In the first..
I get drunk..
He gets not..
But in the second..
Only he..
Takes the line..
And if you say why..
No one but whisky..
Can be the answer..
And this is the answer..
In the second..
The whisky was..
Global Warming..
But in the first..
The whisky was..
Somali Hunger..
ahmed khaled
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-invites-you-to-drink-whisky/
