A Glass Clinker Poem by Frederick Nellist

A small favour, fill my flask
Imbibing is my pleasure
Situate where I can reach it
Not beyond my tether
Gin my tipple but none seen
A figment of imagination
If I lubricate my tip of tongue
It will encourage conversation
Fill the jug and invent song
And half full glasses clink
One eyed Jack gives a smile
And makes his left one wink
Inebriation fast approaching
My past a hazy empty glass
The bar maid quickly rectifies
I just love that bonny lass
My atrocious habit must terminate
The prospect is not funny
I have not yet seen the light
My pockets are devoid of money.