My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #118 “July 18th, 2016”
Methuselah was the barkeep
At the local bar and grill,
Who had a presentiment
For every kind of evil.
Below a wall of antlers,
He stood behind his counter,
Struggling to choose
Between life as a hunter
And as a residual booze
Serving guardian angel
To Dahlia, his plucky waitress.
She was quite the seductress,
She was Methusela’s muse,
An evasive beauty
He longed to transfuse
With love and fulfil his duty.
But the Fourth Rule won,
When the angelic host’s gun
Backfired: he is now a ghost
That haunts Dahlia,
Serving liquor still
At the local bar and grill.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Bartender Pouring Drink, 1910. Vintage Photo found on www.etsy.com
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