Reasons For Drinking Poem by Damian Cranney

I have had to rewrite this poem, as I inadvertanrly used a couple of lines from a poem in memory, it was a genuine mistake and I corrected it immediately. I apologise for the error.



Reasons for drinking, there are quite a few,
some people might take a different point of view,
But if when alive, you abstain, I suggest,
That drinking when dead, is unlikely at best.

For those of us, who like to drink,
There is no harm in moderation,
A glass of wine is nice I think,
And aids contentment in our nation.

A philosopher, who only drank water,
condemned out of hand the demon drink,
He lectured both, his son and daughter,
On the dangers of drinking, gin that was pink.

My father once said, after quaffing a pint,
misquoting Marx, with impish delight,
That work was the curse of the drinking classes,
Then ordered a refill for all of our glasses.

Descarte had the answer, if we think, then we are,
He drew his inspiration, from a pickled gherkin jar,
He also liked to drink, a glass of vin de local,
Noticing that wine and veg, were, never ever vocal.