Super Stud Poem by Lamar Cole

Super Stud



One more round and he will leave the bar with a smile.
Because drinking a bar dry of Bud was his style.
He loved pretty girls and drinking Bud.
A pretty girl went good with those tasty suds.

Especially if he could take her home for the night.
Then everything would be alright.
But he would need more Bud.
To keep being a Super Stud.

Thursday, March 21, 2019
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