Ode To Beer
Beer, sometimes you could be a very good friend. Especially when you have a good head. You could make me feel relaxed and merry. But then, sometimes I could have a few to many. Then, I would not feel so well. I would stagger when walking. Slur when speaking. Wake up with a headache the next morn and be reeking of my foe - Beer! Or worse still - be calling Ralph or Herb in the toilet. Be green around the gills. Why oh why have you done this to me? I thought you were my friend?