Drink! Drank! Drunk!

 

He drank beer when he was happy,
Stout when he was sad

He drank whiskey at the club,
Brandy when he was at home

He drank Chardonnay with his wife,
Merlot if he was dining alone

He drank anytime of the day,
No matter what the occasion

He drank at weddings,
He drank at funerals

He is a stickler for routine
He starts the day with a beer or two,
Before switching to tequila as starters for his lunch
A bloody Mary for desert

For tea it is tequila,
Vodka while waiting for dinner
He ends the day with a scotch nightcap

But if it was past midnight,
He is compelled by routine,
To start the day with a beer or two

In olden days he would have been the village drunk,
But now he is known as a connoisseur

Drink!
Drank!
Drunk!

 — S.T. Arasu