A drinking poem

[tdgill]

The horse and mule live thirty years
And nothing know of wines and beers

The goat and sheep at twenty die
And never taste of scotch or rye

The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is mostly done

The dog at fifteen cashes in
Without the aid of rum or gin

The cat in milk and water soaks
And then in twelve short years it croaks

The modest sober, bone dry hen
Lays eggs for nogs then dies at ten

All animals are strictly dry
They sinless live and early die

But sinful ginful rumsoaked men
Survive for three score years and ten!

 

[tdgill]

and another....

America
By George Leonard Herter

Mother's in the kitchen
Washing out the jugs
Sister's in the pantry
Bottling the suds
Father's in the cellar
Mixing up the hops
Johnny's on the front porch
Watching for the cops

 

[PineappleMama]

Only one that comes to my mind is said at closing time...

Throw back your shot and finish your beer.
Don't care where you go but you can't stay here.

OH if only it were that easy to get them to leave your HOUSE.

 

[tdgill]

Lol!

 

[thaiturkey]

A few from some famous writers:

Too much work, and no vacation,
Deserves at least a small libation.
So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses;
Work's the curse of the drinking classes.

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)



He that eateth well drinketh well,
he that drinketh well sleepeth well,
he that sleepeth well sinneth not,
he that sinneth not goeth straight through Purgatory to Paradise.

William Lithgow (1582-1645)
Scottish traveller and author



Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius better discerning.

Oliver Goldsmith (1730-1774)