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
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