Drink Drank Drunk Poem by Trevor McLeod

It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.

As I opened my eyes in a stink I stunk
and I started to think and thank till thunk.

Life beginning to sink, it sank till sunk.
I was feeling the fink; a fank with funk.

With my money going clink and clank till clunk,
I was poor to a plink of a plank gone plunk.

When I thought of a link I had linked till lunk,
come as fast as a mink of a mink gone munk.

And I started to write in an ink gone unk,
just to write down a story in the pink gone punk.

Then I started to slink and slank till slunk,
all from writing a story of kink and kunk.

Just afraid of an ending that I'd flink and flunk
as if out on the rink to rank my runk.

All to make me a trink of a trank to trunk.
I was rich in a prink of a prank gone prunk.