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Trouble Brewing
Claude Morris
He came walking through
the forest in the summer's glaring sun
In his left hand was a
bottle, in the other was a gun.
His beard was wild and
bushy and his hair was shaggy too
And his old straw hat
was full of holes where tufts of hair came through.
I stood and waited for
him as he came with steady stride
And I studied his
appearance till he halted by my side.
He wasn't old, nor was
he young, but somewhere in between,
And his heavy eyebrows
almost hid his eyes of greyish green.
Then he handed me the
bottle. “You must have a drink” he said,
And I heard him cock
the rifle he presented at my head.
“Yes, take a swig of
my home brew and you will be the first
To have a chance of
trying out my recipe for thirst”.
The rifle never
wavered, and it pointed straight at me,
And that close-up
gaping barrel was a nasty thing to see.
I lifted up the bottle
with a very shaky hand
And a silent prayer to
Heaven as I followed his command.
I swallowed twice and
God Above! That brew had come from Hell!
I know my head exploded
and it drowned my dying yell.
I fell upon the dusty
ground and grovelled there in pain
Vowing he could shoot
me but I wouldn't drink again.
When pain and shock
receded and I staggered to my feet,
It was awful! It was
awful! I could hear my voice repeat.
Then I heard the brewer
speaking and he said “Yes, I agree!
Now give me back the
bottle and you hold the gun on me”!
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