Kirk Novak: Tastes Like Fall

I was given four words. I cannot remember if we were supposed to write a poem or if it could be a whatever, but I wrote this using cider, light, helplessness, and dog.

An ale brewed from apples
We can call it in-cider
I would find it quite funny
Perhaps if I were higher

It has a light body
And a high ABV
After two or three
Helplessness in me

Stumble out the door
The walk home is a slog
I will sleep on the floor
And snuggle the dog

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