Waxing Poetic Poem by John F. McCullagh
Waxing Poetic
I don’t drink any more,
This I freely confess.
Drinking too much
makes ones whole life a mess.
For when I drink too much
I’m a maudlin bore,
and as often as not
I wind up on the floor.
It’s hard to make waves
Or make a big score
When one for the road
means two or three more.
I don’t drink any more
But I think you can guess
My not drinking more
Means I’m not drinking less.
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