If I could be good I would
but I don\'t want too, so I won\'t
however...
perhaps I will in
two thousand and twenty-five?
so for now
I shall go and get pissed
on the bottle of Bailey\'s I won in the Christmas raffle
a raffle I reluctantly spent two euros on
apparently, charity
for all you old gits
(you got more money than me)
then we can all read
my wonderful poetry shite
that being pissed has inspired me to write, exquisite shite
tomorrow on Christmas eve
see you then...
(Hiccup)