Drinking Bud Poem by Lamar Cole

Drinking Bud was his greatest love.
Tasting those suds was more enjoyable than looking at white doves.
More enjoyable than looking at sea glass and pearls.
It was his greatest thrill in the world.

He also liked a passion hump.
From a honey with a big fine rump.
He would swim the ocean wide.
Just to have a can of Bud by his side.

When he went to bed.
There was something that he couldn't get out of his head.
Some people need to count sheep.
But he needed to count cans of Bud before he could sleep.

He would sometimes dream that he was drinking an ocean of Bud.
And that he was drowning in those suds.
He would sometimes dream that he was on an island paradise.
With nothing but cans of Bud in his life.

A person could take away his money or house.
But without his Bud, his life would have no meaning like a dead mouse.
Just as he loved seeing the rising sun.
He loved getting an early start on drinking Bud in the morn.