Very Bad Archive
Tequila
John Wilmot
The room starts to spin the more we dance
And I get swept away in the romance
My hands move to your hips
And my lips to your lips/
My tongue tastes salt
And Senor Lime starts his assault.
Next morning I wake up and all I feel is the taste
of lime, tequila, and malt.
But I'll see you again tonight
When I shall resume my alcoholic fight.
--Alexis U. Sedarius
John Wilmot has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of John's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of John's latest works: