D'oh, My Beer

by Hawki

Poem: Homer had spilt his beer, there was none less in the house, and Moe's was all so far away. What to do? Rip off The Sound of Music of course.

A/N

With all due apologies to The Sound of Music and lovers of poetry of more than two stanzas. 0_0

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D'oh, My Beer

D'oh, my beer, I've spilt my beer.

Ray, I feel summer heat of sun.

Me, I'm in the house alone,

Fa, to Moe's so far to run.

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So, I feel sense of dread.

La, don't where I should go.

Ti, should I search fridge through the bread (to find my beer),

Right now, all I say is "d'oh!"