Ode to an Alki

By 1st September 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

She came one night to Germany
They had to let her go,
She came to join the army
For about three years or so.

We met her at the station
Her spirits were really blank
So we took her to the local pub
They call the Allee Schanke (Church)

We go there now quite often
And she is always there
Downing double martinis
with an alcoholic flair.

She doesn’t come back til midnight
But we take it all with ease
Cos when she does come back to us
She’s crawling on her knees.


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