TWISTED CAP
(c) 2017 Edward York
I remember so much when I was young,
When partying was the norm.
Refreshments were gathered as much as we could,
Within the confines of a dorm.
I was young, and so much was new,
And it came as a big surprise.
That a dollar eighty nine would buy,
Wine in such a hefty size.
It was brought hidden in a paper sack,
Waiting for us to unwrap.
The contents soon would be unleashed,
We just had to break the twisted cap.
The bottle passed to anyone,
Who had ventured through the door.
There was no fear of running out,
We still had plenty more.
The bottle said to serve it chilled,
Experience would teach of how it goes;
This kind of drink almost requires,
That it should be close to froze.
Laughter spreads among the crowd,
As we pretend we're having fun,
Spinning beds and nausea,
Disappear with the morning sun.
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Comments7
aah yes, the party days of yore. May we not forget the real reason that brought us to those college doors. Great write Ed.
I was sure many would have some similar memories of those days gone now.
A fine write laser.
Ah yes, the tipsy college days of yore. Vodka, or scotch and water was my poison of choice. Well done write, LG, brings back memories.
We all have those memories or in some cases blank memories from the night before. I was scared to asked what may have happened.
Wisdom ... the better part of valor!
Here's to frat parties!
Great memories, well the ones I can still remember.
Thanks for the memories, lasergraph! Nicely done! While I may not have the parties anymore, at least I still have my wine! 🙂
Our parties are quieter now, a toast to the wine. *clinks glass*
Wow, those old memories take us to the lovely moments of the life.
So true, those forgotten days of our youth but we still remember the spinning ceilings.
They say if you hang your leg off the spinning will stop, not sure it ever worked for me.
Nor me!
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