Drank too much Bacardi last night, and threw
Not used to it, you see. Potato skins
Gathered in the plug hole, looking brand new
Undigested, though somewhat stomach-thinned
The large bottle a present from work friends
Just drinking tea now, I must pre-hydrate
Before attacking once more that rum blend
In truth, my stomach's still in tender state
But when something naughty's there, I can't wait
Or stop til it's all gone - how about you?
I won't finish it tonight - too much in
The bottle. I must practice some restraint
And save some of that clear cool hot stuff to
Polish off on Thursday on wobbly pins
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