Poem Is Where The Art Is

Here's a poem I wrote to
a friend in Nova Scotia.
She was turning 21 and
the Beer Store workers
in Toronto were on strike.
(See yesterday's post for
more details on the strike.)

Now that you've turned 21
You're entitled to lot's of
legal fun.
Anywhere you can have a beer.
Anywhere that is, but here.
The Beer Store worker's have
walked out.
Causing local beer lovers to pout.
Vodka, Gin, Rum and Rye.
It's enough to make you cry.
On your Birthday raise a
glass to me.
And wish an end to my
parched misery.