THE AUTHOR
CAN'T HOLD HIS LIQUOR
When nine tenths drunk I oft compose
Some quite respectable Greek prose.
It seems the syntax rings quite freely
Clear as any Campanile.
But when it comes to writing verse
I must be sober, which is worse
Than every other known condition
Barring maybe
malnutrition.
Thus in a state of abstinence
I reach for ink with confidence
To pen a verse or two of Rhyme
Then sip a glass of Rudesheim.
I love thee demon alcohol
Thy virtues I will e'er extol
But when it comes to Rhyme and Metre
"Never drink one centilitre".
This Maxim is extremely boring,
But unless I stick to it I get everything all muddled
up and back asswards and the only word I can think of to rhyme with
"boring" is "deploring" which is probably quite appropriate
in the context but since I'm now on my fourth glass of Rudesheim I can't get it
to fit in the line which bloody well won't scan proper either and my grammer
ain't so good to say nothing of my compelling spelling so.....
When I scribe in verse I choose
To lay entirely off the booze.
Robin
Blackburne
From Vintage Versage
