Just one bottle of beer late last night and
I woke up at one thirty, unable
To get back to sleep, assailed by the sound
Of the radio and my mind. Simple,
You’d think, to get to sleep, and let crumble
The solid ground of day into powder
Not been so hard lately, but a tipple
Last thing at night is the last thing, I dare
Say, that’s wise if you want a good night. Spare
The booze and you will cruise into dreamland
Effortless, without a single stumble
As easy as you’d lose all on Betfair
So tonight, I’ve got two bottles that stand
In the fridge. I’ll drink ’em soon as able
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