I had eighteen bottles of whiskey
in the cellar
and my wife insisted
I empty the contents of each bottle down the sink, or else...
After careful consideration,
I reluctantly agreed
and finally proceeded with
the unpleasant task.
I withdrew the cork from the first bottle
and poured the contents down the
sink with the exception of one glass,
which I drank.
Then, I withdrew the cork
from the second bottle
and did likewise with it,
with the exception of one glass,
which I drank.
I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle
and poured the whiskey down the sink which I drank.
I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink
and poured the bottle down the glass,
which I drank.
I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next
and drank one sink out of it,
and threw the rest down the glass.
I pulled the sink out of the next glass
and poured the cork down the bottle.
Then, I corked the sink with the glass,
bottled the drink and drank the pour.
When I had everything emptied,
I steadied the house with one hand,
counted the glasses,
corks,
bottles,
and sinks with the other,
which were twenty-nine, and
as the houses came by I counted them again,
and finally I had all the houses in one bottle,
which I drank.
I'm not under the affluence of incohol
as some tinkle peep I am.
I'm not half as thunk as you might drink.
I fool so feelish
I don't know who is me,
and the drunker I stand here,
the longer I get.
