Drunken Puberty- party of the hormones

Binge drinker from a beaker,
Silly child, she cried and cried.
Too many things in too little time,
She’s not old; don’t give her the wine,
Rocking, rolling, cradle don’t fall,
Catch her and spin her and don’t let go.
Bars in cages, cots disappeared.
I’m too old to be this young and…
Sherbet shots, larger and lime,
Down it all and it’ll taste better and
Don’t be sick on all the chocolate,
The guy who’s tongue you’re wrapping,
Pass the parcel, who’s won the toy?
Lose the game and win the boy.
Night, sweetheart, sleep well, sweet dreams,
Choke down the toilet, my nightmare.

 

Awesome job here! I love those drunken connect-the-dots subject changes. Overall, this is wonderful, although I think you could get it flowing a little better in a couple of lines. Thanks for sharing this!

 

well thanks for such nice feedback

 

Well deserved nice feedback! This was bubbly and fun and nasty at the same time. I can feel the frustration even though you sugar-coat it well.

 

~*Nicely done! Sure makes me not wanna drink too, hehe. *~

 

-I’m too old to be this young and…-

Bravo for this line alone!!! Agree with all, the rest was an interesting display of strings of thought.