Stars became the sun

Just fresh out of one of our drinking bars, I looked up to the sky and saw some stars, Drunkenness whispered to me t'was midday, Why will stars be on the sky that's that grey? So I asked my friend who was as well drunk, "Ol' boy! What's that in the sky, you drunk crunk? He muttered what beer brewed into his head "You fool! I'm not sure what it is." He said. A guy, even more drunk than us, was near, He told us as he was advised by beer, "Oh! That's the early morning sun." He claimed. We agreed! Why more than one sun was que*r. We then went to our separate houses, Night being morn', same tales to our spouses, Only that beer made our sleeps lasted hours, Woken up to empty pockets' grouses