He found himself kissing life’s shoreHis clothes wore the glories he boreAnd as his soul sunkHe yearned for his bunkHe’ll not get that drunk anymore
You reminded of a limerick, at first,
then the content of the lines modified my initial impression…
O, I see–you actually had “Limerick” in your title
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