Sonnet for the Drunk
Not long ago, our Fat Man had a drink,
In truth he really had much more than one.
He was not thinking, he was having fun.
When having fun who has the time to think?
He swallowed each new cocktail in a blink.
"Is he still drinking?" Yes, he's just begun!
Look out! He's looking green! Go, Fat Man, run!
Now he's slumped next to the bathroom sink.
What is this reckless, rash bibulousness?
Is this sort of tippling somewhat rare?
or is Fat Man a dipsomaniac?
Now he's got cephalalgia- what a mess!
He's vomiting and moaning, "It's not fair!"
Now he'll think before tossing one back.
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