Sunday, December 23, 2018

The Toast. by Antony King



Another good man!
The gent said with a bark!
Just keep the booze flowing
I ‘ll say when to stop!
He weaved to and fro
For he could barely hold on…
To that old wooden rail,
I fear won’t last too long.
He raised the glass high
Proposing a toast…
Here’s to the gal!
That I love the most.
With a tear in his eye
He began to tell tales
Of a woman whose beauty…
Would make sirens wail.
He spoke of this love
So deep in his heart.
If she weren’t my wife’s sister…
I’d be happy…  as a lark…
                                     
Antony King 2018





Antony King is a writer/ poet from Eastern Kentucky. Antony spent his formal years in Cleveland Ohio where he underwent private instruction in The Arts, Music, and Literature. His love of the classics guided him to poetry and fueled his passion for writing. After art school, Antony spent 22 years in the world of advertising, and design. He began honing his skills both as a writer, and an artist. Antony is a proud member of several poetry groups and has been published in SpillWord Press, PPPEzine, and Piker press to name a few. He has also had the honor to have his works read in the UK.

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