Bloody Bill reigns from behind his bar
Over the rowdy throng.
And I shall nurse my cider mulled
And sometimes sing along.
The Leprechaun plays Hendrix, loud,
The vampire sings the blues.
The dragon racks the billiard balls,
The Reaper chalks his cue.
We’re having such a lively time
The floorboards sway and heave.
The Drunken Sasquatch is the place
To spend a New Year ’s Eve.
“New Years Eve at The Drunken Sasquatch” © Connie J. Jasperson 2016 All Rights Reserved