A right jolly drunkard was John,
with his vodka he would carry on.
Getting sober he learned
when for drinking he yearned,
he had only to make it till dawn.
There once was a drunk name of Jill,
who wouldn't surrender her will.
As she came to again,
in the state peniten,she saw half measures resulted in nil!
It certainly could have been worse,
the addiction it felt like a curse,
but with meetings AA
(keeping just in today)
we've postponed all our rides in the hearse!