.8. On The Binge Poem by David Threadgold

Chink plink to much drink
Smoked your fags that make you stink
Shirts and dresses stained bright red
Wine missed mouth and spilt instead

Tried some beer a drinking game
Missed the mark and spilt the same
Got more fags had a smoke
Mixed with drink that made you choke

Feeling ill stomach’s churning
Fags burned down your fingers burning
What a shock you have more drink
Took your stomach to the brink

Left the pub in such a hurry
With so called mates and went for curry
They found the hottest one they could
And told you this would do you good

Then a pudding sticky toffee
Washed down with a special coffee
Made a dash to get out quick
A burp you had now feeling sick

Hand on mouth you start to run
So called mates think so much fun
At the door you start to splutter
Just in time you reach the gutter

Pudding, curry, fags and booze
Spent a fortune now you lose
Have you ever felt so sick?
It went down slow but came back quick

All your earnings down the drain
You vowed you won’t do that again
With thumping head you keep on wingeing
But come next week you’ll be out bingeing


© 2008 David Threadgold
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