I knew a little Duckling,who liked the taste of Brandy, he drank it from an egg cup untill he felt quite dandy. One day he drank to much of his fancy little tipple, and fell into the Duck pond and caused a splash and ripple. He was told off by the farmer and locked inside his hutch, until he learnt some manners or didn't drink so much. He told the worried farmer a new life he had begun, for he'd gone right off the Brandy and now prefered the Rum.
Reason for writing:
Drink!!!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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