Doggerel 16: When I Was One Over The Eight

A pastiche of a poem by AE Housman.

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When I was one over the eight,

I heard the bar man grunt,

“You’ve had enough tonight, mate,

There’s a taxi rank out front,

You’re staggering and slobbering,

Your reasoning’s unsound.”

But I was one over the eight,

So I bought another round
When I was one over the eight,

My world seemed to extend,

To limitless horizons,

To prospects without end.

But the choices I was making,

Would only bring me endless rue.

And today, I’m wan and aching,

And I can’t find my left shoe.

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