Two whiskeys and one packet of nuts
isn't the future to your guts
Leave the pub and go home
kiss your wife&kids, make love and visit Rome
While back home don't storm back to the pub
for two whiskeys and a packet of nuts
Do you want to be another numero of stats?
Good thing you wrote this poem bro, I can relate to it and I think most men do. Too much of alcoholic will surely count you for a STAT in ER someday for CANCER. You will go home tin a box, good if the POPE in Rome will be attending your demise.Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed it though.
Or you could go to Rome and leave both your wife and your lover in the pub with a Babycham and packet of pork scratchings? Just a thought. Like your poems, Roger, they always bring a smile to my face. Love, Fran xxx
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I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm... i quit that long time ago. nice to hear it again