Oh booze
You make me snooze
When I should be cooking food!
And when I've eaten,
I feel beaten
So I pour another glass
And sit here on my arse.
It's awfully tiring
To be downward spiralling
In a glass of chilled pinot
But I here I go!
Wish me luck
I'll be fine, although,
...... I may be some time.
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@eliza Hahahaha "bottoms up, down the hatch and best of British to you, all in good health, crickey it's pimms o,clock don't ya know" π» hahaha great poem π
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