Ode to Drinking Whiskey

Ode to Drinking Whiskey

If I could have one then I would be fine

Two would suffice and I would stay in line

Three always makes me feel grand

Four makes it a little hard to stand

Five and I really feel alive

Six and I really start to thrive

Seven is where things start to blur

Eight and I start to slur

Nine drinks and I always say I will abstain

Ten I fall asleep and dream of starting over again

The Professor 


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