Sing A Song Full Of Jack Poem by Noah Body

Sing a song full of Jack
And a tumbler full of Rye
A shot full of bourbon
And I'm higher then the sky

A snifter of scotch whiskey
A boiler maker for the tummy
A 16 ouncer for the chaser
I know I'm just a dummy

The world is all a tilting
And spinning round and round
My tummy is a boiling
I have lost all sense of sound

What a fabulous time I'm having
Heaving my stomach all up
Tastes better coming back
Then when it was in the cup