The king enjoyed his whiskey
sours,
The knave refilled his glass
with port,
The Gran never missed her
happy hours,
Cheers to all, every, kind,
type & sort.
The slatterns quaff their
gin at midnight,
The winos sip from cartons,
in lonely park,
The hobo, from brown bag,
kept out of sight,
Cheers to all, be it in the
light, or in the dark.
The lady sips a cocktail,
with olive & a cherry,
The mama smacks lips, over
cream head of stout,
The men love spirits, &
beer to make them merry,
Cheers to one & all, now
who´s turn is it to shout?
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