Josie Gerbil wobbled woozily,
sloshed silly again on rotten rodent rum.
"Why should she shell out over one-
half a harried carrot for the weak wine,
when grimy grog would do darn
fine?" the fussy varmint vented.
It's just Josie's typical Tuesday.
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Written for a contest with Moonlight Muses. Prompt was "Alliterisen form about a talking gerbil"
