To memories of yesteryear:
I like getting a buzz …
Beer’s okay, but liquor’s quicker.
I’ll hum with rum …
If I can get some—
the darker, the wickeder.
Vodka is clear,
but I’ll give it a cheer ...
If it’s near …
Never fear—
The whiskey won’t run out,
I have clout,
So I’ll begin to shout,
“Give me tequila or whatever is left;
It’s my final request.”
But when I’m feeling low and cold,
I buy and drink only the best.
