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 Cheers The Professor