The Drinking Game
The Drinking Game
A small glass of whisky
things don't look too risky.
A nice pint of beer,
my conscience is clear.
A half of strong cider,
my grin's getting wider.
The bottle of red
goes straight to my head.
A quick vodka shot
and she's looking quite hot.
I won't need the brandy,
I'm already randy.
One more white wine,
the whole world looks fine.
She is on the gin
she says with a grin.
I feel a bit merry
as I switch to sweet sherry.
She, a good sport,
remains on the shorts.
Round to my place?
Whoah, that would be ace!
I grab a quick stout
before passing out.
She's now cross with me,
the pub's licencee.
I can not think why,
perhaps, it's that pie!
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
when she sampled the stout,
then, at last, she passed out.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🤣
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ca’an the pies.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😂😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
One should never mix so better stay with the first verse.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That sounds like experience speaking!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Long time ago!
LikeLiked by 1 person
😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I was gonna say, you never offered her the IPA.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😂 Poor girl, she must be thirsty!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Or from Germany. 😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
😂😂 Of course!
LikeLike
That’s one rhymy punch!
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is!
LikeLike
Infact did a fun post on being a non alcoholic around a busy wine shop . Sharing it, do read!
https://appamprawns.wordpress.com/2021/12/01/sudden-downpour-its-consequences/
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for the link. Enjoyed it.
LikeLike