I'Ll Have a Double
Mr Philpot took a pill,
He was feeling extremely ill,
As he managed his last gasp
He was pouring beer into a glass
Unaware he had drunk his last
His alcoholic brother Fred
Who's nose was bulbous and rosy red
Looking down at Philpot on the floor
He vowed he would not drink anymore
He sighed loudly, then dropped dead
As Mr P and Fred lay on the floor
Their brother Tim walked in the door,
Tim was tall and very thin
He was healthy and very trim
Cos Tim found excessive drinkers a bore.
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