Flagon Master
When I was all of twenty
I sipped the wine of plenty
But it went straight to my head
When I was all of thirty
The wine just tasted dirty
So I switched to rum instead
When I was all of forty
Got drunk and feeling sporty
I'd turn on the wit and charm
When I was all of fifty
Not feeling very nifty
I just dealt with all the harm
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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