What Is An Alcoholic
I’m the first one to admit
that I do not mind a beer
or two, or three, or many more
and toasts that bring on cheer.
At each Sunday bar-be-cue
while the kids go off to play
can after can is opened up,
so beer wastes the day away.
But one day when out fishing
from the banks of Shady Creek,
I was asked for information
that my young bloke yearned to seek.
From someone in such tender years
his mind can be rather slick
and so he’s always curious -
Dad ‘what’s an alcoholic?’
I had to make a clear example
that my Son will understand
I took a sip out of my can,
and spoke the way I planned.
‘See those four trees over there,’
before I then chose to add,
‘alcoholics would see eight’ -
‘But there’s only two trees Dad.’
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