Drunk Poets' Society

Not the path to piety;
Not a pass to notoriety;
Not a test of your sobriety;
Just a jingle and a time to mingle.

Here the grapevine serves as muse
To knight and lady fond of booze.
Jot your ditty
Hone your witty
Make it pretty.

Rhyme a quattrain
count the meter
Join with us and skip that liter.
For those of you who would with us compete
Please quote your stanza in 12 meter feet.

It came upon a midnight clear
Some sober drunks were rhyming here.
Whose house this was this time we knew
We even thanked them when we withdrew.

Adieu! Adieu! Adieu!

   — Courtesy of Tim C.

Thanks to all who join us, whether to read your own or someone else's work, or just to enjoy the atmosphere.