Never Again For Friend Thad Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

A beer makes a new man of you
and then the new man wants one too
He takes the opportunity
to sink his beer down thirstily.
By then its time for number three
and you are sinking happily
into the state where you’ve lost count.
You can consume any amount
or so you think but you cannot.
Your thought process has gone to pot.
You’ve had too much and you will rue.
Much more than is good for you.
Tomorrow morning you will pay.
Hangovers can last all day.

29-Jun-08

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