For those who drink.
For those who Drink
I had 18 bottles of whiskey in my cellar and my wife
told me to get rid of them or else. She told me to
open every bottle and empty the contents down the sink
and this is the unpleasant task I am now doing.
I drew the cork from the first bottle and poured the
contents down the sink, except for one glass which I
drank. Then likewise with the second bottle, down the
sink, except for one glass which I drunk. I withdrew
the cork from the third bottle and the contents down
the sink, which I drunk, then pulled the cork from the
fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down
the glass, which I drank. I pulled the bottle from the
cork of the next and drank one sink out of it then
threw the rest down the glass and pulled the sink out
of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle,
then corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink,
and drank the pour.
Now I have everything emptied.
I steadied the house with one hand and counted the
glasses, corks, bottles and sinks with the other. It
came to 79. Next time the house came by, I counted them
again and finally had all the houses in one bottle,
which I drank.
I am not under the affluence of incahol, way the by,
though some thinkie may peep I am. I am not half as
thunk as you you may drink, But I fool so feelish I
don't know which is me, and the drunker I stand here,
the longer I get.