It's gonna be a poetry night in this corner of Steemit!

Yes folks, its that time again. Time to delve into the murky mists of time and produce yet another poem from the depths of my dark history. I'm still not feeling brave enough to put up a personal poem yet. Instead here is a poem I wrote a long time ago. The inspiration for this poem came from a throwaway line that a friend of mine came up with and he bet me I couldn't come up with a poem about it within an hour. I won the bet and the result was this little rhyme. I hope you enjoy it. :)

The Albino Rhino and the Wino

The albino rhino and the wino
Sat down to have a drink
From a dark old whiskey bottle
That they found beneath the sink

Dressed in brown the wino wondered
If the whiskey was alright
Why his hands could not stop shaking
Why his partner was all white

So he asked him, quite politely
Questions one and two and three
Told him he would be most grateful
And how enlightened he would be

Though the rhino spoke quite softly
The wino heard his low reply
“I think the whiskey will not kill you”
“If you drink it you won’t die”

“As to the second” said the rhino
“Why your hands they shake that way”
“It’s cos the drink you see before you”
“Is your first drink of the day”

“Ah I see now,” said the wino
As the whiskey warmed his blood
“See my hands they have stopped trembling”
“As you said they surely would”

“But tell me this my large and white friend”
“Your reply to question three”
“And let me ask another one”
“Why is it you I see?”

Putting down the empty bottle
He looked the rhino in the eye
Focused all of his attention
As he awaited a reply

“The reason that my skin’s this way”
“All white instead of black”
“Is cos I have something missing”
“It’s the pigment that I lack”

“And the reason you see rhino’s”
“And not pink elephants”
“Is cos you’re raving bonkers”
“And you haven’t got no sense!”