DRUNK POEM

Starkle Starkle little Twink

In my eye you wink and blink

I’m not under what you call

The Fluence of Incohol

Groggy, cos of lack of Sheep

My bed, a roadside Hompost keep 

Drunker I stand, the longer I get

You! Knitting sex to me...Have we met? 

Give me one more Fink to Drill my cup 

Cos I got all Soberday to Thurs up!