A Drunks Poem
Starkle,starkle,little twink,
who the hell your are i think.
I'm not under what the call
the alcofluence of incoloe.
I'm not as drunk as thinkle peep,
I'm just a little slort of sheep.
Tee martoonies make a guy
fool so feelish, don't know why.
Rally don't know who's me yet
The drunker i stay the longer i get
so just one more to full my cup,
I've all day sober to sunday up!
