Drink Well Too Drunk

Let’s not mince words with water,

For wine makes better fodder.

With a glass of chardonnay,

Orchestral tunes do play.

Flutes arise in champagne melodies.

Many a golden tux full of worth,

Gaily gloats the giddy tune full of mirth.

Gala gowns a glimmer swirl round the rim.

Toddy tipped sips and nightcap mixed whips,

A bit of brandy nips sultry slips,

Mingled in with tipsy quips,

Ribbing cheers smooth out awkward kinks,

Second glass spills into witty high-jinks

And subtle fluttered eye-lined winks.

Trippingly goes the tongue

In tinted lips with vintage’s fine kiss.

With shades of merlot it goes,

Bubbling blissful effervescent lips.

Fireside words trickle over rosy hips.

Or rather,

In beer stein topped lather,

Trippingly off the tongue,

Bellowing breaths will blow.

When gale force winds do rise.

One challenger gauges the others size,

With a swashbuckling swig of rum,

He’s done the sum.

Naked thoughts laid brazen,

Tilting and lilting with percussive snaps,

Leading to full force slaps.

Fists of folly along with furniture loosed to fly,

A mighty raucity drowned in rye.

When the drink’s been done and well too drunk,

Dawning to a leaden head on a pillow sunk,

All that was bigger, brighter, better on the eve,

Has taken a duller leave to wretch and heave.

To the secrets of the night left wondering why,

Senses swizzle stick stirred,

Intoxicating perception rouses such a lie.