If only it would be enough
To sit and sip and alternate
Between the beer can and the coffee cup
And switch, like that, from drunk to wide awake.
I met a man who could consume
Twelve pints with no effects at all
Until, at last, he stood. No one’s immune
To what’s wolfed down (i.e. alcohol).
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3 comments:
this is great.
Thanks, Paul. Much appreciated!
The subtle rhymes reinforce well the humor in these verses, very much like Wendy Cope.
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