A Drinking Poem - Poem by Ron Farmer
Drink today, and tommrow you might have been laid.
Don't ask how but your game was grade A.
Its forever clever, but if you ask me now I would have to say never ever!
Drink today the night will be better, but tommrow tis but rainy weather.
Drink and drown your sorrow. The frown is gone, and the smile you have you barrow.
I think if I think my head will explode,
I think if I drink i'll look like a toad.
I walk into walls. And I fall to the ground.
I talk a lot, but never a sound.
I drink so much its not just a line.
I drink so much I taste my lunch a second time.
But some times I drink, I don't act a fool.
I come to the party, i'm chill, and its cool.
But for the most part I don't drink at all.
Cuz when I drink, I come to a crawl.
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