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A Drinker, I Am Not


I drink about three times a month.
Most others, twice a day.
Last night I drank to celebrate
the Xmas holiday.

My drink of choice? A G & T.
And, yes, I had a few.
By end of night, I was so lit,
I thought that I might spew.

Each drink made me a braver man.
The shyness went away.
I found myself on the dance floor,
looking very gay.

And so, this morning, the only thing
that I can bring to you
is a stupid poem I thought up
‘tween visits to the loo.

The point I’m making should be clear.
But in case that it’s still sought:
I may be a fun party guest,
but a drinker, I am not.

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