If Robert Frost Was a Bro
Larry Fleury

The Girl Less Hit On

Two girls sitting at the wooden bar

And sorry I could not be with both

And be one man, long I stood

And crept at one as long as I could

To where her hips curved her clothes;

Then there was the other, just as fair,

And having perhaps the hotter claim,

Because she was cute with hipster wear;

But as for the other girl passing there

Had worn her jeans about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In sheets no guy has ambled back.

Bro, I adored both of them that day!

Knowing girls lead you on, astray,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two girls sitting at the bar, and I --

I took the one less hit on by

All the bros, making all the difference.

Fat Tire and Ice (New Belgium and Smirnoff)

Some say we're drinking Fat Tire,

Some say Smirnoff Ice.

From what I've seen on The Wire

I hold with those who favor Le Tire.

But if I had to drink it tonight,

I know them girls might hate it

Now I say that Smirnoff's ice

Might be okay

And would suffice.