A sober heart
All knew him to be
Standing good with Bill W
Yes, that was he
Then dark days took
And his foundation shook
From the highest peak
His good standing soiled
Never again found the bottom
To a bottle of Crown Royal
I saw the bottle of Crown Royal in my mind and Muse took it and stomped.
dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #141:
Heady is the Poem That Wears the Crown
De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, lets us have a little crowning glory in the form of a quadrille.
The Quadrille poem must be exactly 44 words in length – not including the title and use this week’s prompt word crown.
Raivenne-lations 
“Muse took it and stomped” is every bit as good as your poem. 😉
*applause, applause, applause*
❤
David
Hear, hear! ❤
Love this…
..and not just because Crown Royal was the winner of my blind whisky taste test,
A ballad quadrille: “never again found the bottom” is smack on it.
Pax,
Dora
Love the direction you went with your muse and your poem!