Hey someone please pass me my glasses, But not the ones for my eyes, They’re not for my vision thank you, The glasses I want are pint sized. Hey barman this place must be haunted, Though no one here seems to be dead, You’re charging too much for your spirits, And the pints that you serve are without heads. Hey how much do I pay for these drinks, As I point to the bottles in front of me, The man takes an age to work out the cost And I’m thinking a frontal lobotomy. Time is called and I get shown the door, Then I attempt the long stagger home, I wake in the morning but not in my bed, Fell asleep on a porcelain throne. Hic!
Reason for writing:
A love of cider and various other drinks.
Birth sign: Pisces
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