POEM: Sounds Like End-Product

blacksmith forges bands for a cooper
tap-tap-CLANG, tap-tap-CLANG!

staves for the barrel planed from oak
stip-stip-SHHISSH, stip-stip-SHHISSH

whiskey from the cooper's barrel
glug-glug-GLUG, glug-glug-GLUG

souse staggers from the bar at night
ker-PLUNK!

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