Dear Lord – don’t let me be shifted
‘Til at least
Six more pints I have lifted.
Let me carry on proving
That at draught beer removing,
I’m really exceptionally gifted!
This imbibing, for me, is a must.
I don’t care if I swell up and bust,
And if I become alcoholic
Or develop the cholic
Well – there’s no need to kick up a fuss.
For there’s one thing
That makes it alright,
I’m alive and I’m shining tonight.
(But tomorrow!!! Oh God, what a sight.)
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