Three days in without a gin
A cider or a beer
I pledged October I’d be sober
Oh dear Oh dear Oh dear!
I tried before but on day four
The urge for cider beckoned
I did resist but must admit
Its harder than I reckoned
Alcohol is not my troll
I only drink from boredom
I could refuse, but might seem rude
When someone else has poured ‘em
I’ll be just fine without the wine
And lager I’ll evade
I’ll give no thought to drinking port
I’ll just have lemonade
I’ve tried my best but feel depressed
(In Yorkshire terms I’m ”mardy”)
But its just a joke to drink your coke
Unless you’ve got Barcardi.
So – squash for me, and decaf tea
And cocoa are my friends.
I’ll sit in wait and watch the date
Until October ends.