I had a bottle of wine
That was taken by a friend
Who guzzled every last drop
From its top to bottom's end.
And leaving me not a glass
Of my best favorite wine,
He left me a dry bottle
And too upset to define.
Some friends do the worst things to us of all. To squeeze a poem from this is a good way to fall.
Some friend! But we have to live with them. Some time they are the greatest to cheer you up with their crazy behavior.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
darn those folks who excessively take, for in good time their livers they bake!