Drink…Drink & Drink.

I tasted my first drink when I was barely seven,

a pint of beer that took me to heaven,

It was a party to remember,

There was whisky, Vodka, gin, rum and beer.

 

Party days were not yet gone,

From school to college we had a lot of fun,

I remember the day when I was drunk,

I pissed in the dustbin and puked in the trunk.

 

I swear the hangover kills the fun,

Your head starts reeling as you go out in the sun,

And as the days begins to end,

Am back at the pub with my friends.

 

I know that drinking will kill,

But one drink will make your spine chill,

A couple of drinks will make you fly,

And so I decided to drink till I die.

 

****Edward Rodrigues****

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  • Emmie on Jun 24, 2010

    Hi

    A great poem with obvious emotion.

    Emmie

  • edwardjoy on Jun 25, 2010

    Thanks emmie… i did taste a drink when i was 7.

  • wonder on Jun 25, 2010

    Bravo, you were a prodigy at seven!The poem inebriates.

  • RAJEEV BHARGAVA on Jun 25, 2010

    a very enjoyable poem to read, containing a powerful message to stay away from alcahol. excellent work!!

  • edwardjoy on Jun 25, 2010

    Thank you..

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