There is many a slip
between the cup and lip,
the driver did slip,

he had one too many last night
and
as he pulled out the car
at four in the morn
he couldn’t make it ere dawn.

we stepped back,
as he was stinking
and
we all thought it was because
of his drinking

he was the king pin
and
as our lips went dry,
the driver was driving sky high
in his world of his imagination
on an unknown highway,
so to his wishes we had to give way
and
pressed our lips so to say,
as between our lips
he came all the way

so saddled to our beds
we had to stay
as I had to post this lippy poem
perhaps today.