An Ode To The Drinking Man O, for the carefreeness of the stagger home, After a night of great splendour, O, for the pleasures of a nip at a time, Wonder, O wonder, O wonder. When blurred is all within sight And vision wishes to see, Through fumes that cloud the mind, The road back to destiny. A tipple too many, too often, Is sure to get you high, Youll be waltzing down the street, With your head somewhere in the sky. And the humdrum of existence Forgotten for a while, Three cheers for the squiffy, With the goofy, drunken smile. Theyre good-hearted the elbow-raisers, Good spies they never make, Cos all they can think of Is, stir it dont shake.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 10:14:05 +0000
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