Analysis of Last Whiskey Sip
Oh! Won’t you help me drink?
The last whiskey sip
Coz I cant raise my hand
And it’s too fragile to pick
The glass is empty, just one sip due.
My home too far away, my friend is new.
Oh! Won’t you help me drink?
The last whiskey sip
Red whiskey blended to white wine
I drop my wallet somewhere, friend would you pay mine?
The night is clear with white moon and stars
My veins pumping liquor, heart so far away
Oh! Won’t you help me drink?
The last whiskey sip
I’m missing her madly, alone as I am
And she’s counting stars, finding me there
And all I could do is cry!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 01101 111111 0111011 011101111 1111011111 111111 01101 11010111 11110111111 011111101 11101011101 111111 01101 11001001111 011011011 0111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 561 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 5 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 143 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
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