My Bottle Opener
My favorite toy, one I’d never share,
is my bottle opener that plays an air.
Each time I open a bottle of beer,
it trumpets a tune and bids me good cheer.
Reminded again of my college days,
because of the song that it plays and plays.
The Illinois fight song blares with its might,
each time I open a Molson or Lite.
A birthday gift from the grandkids last year,
they know of course that I like to drink beer.
“It’s for you grandpa, it’s just what you need.”
But I’m sure my wife had planted the seed.
Because whenever I open a beer,
an amber alert now rings in her ear.
Curt Vevang