Ode to Grog, Swill, and Mead
Written in memory (or lack thereof) of the first time Ariander Lysael (my character from VI) ever
had the aforementioned drinks.
After me first taste of mead
I see an ever increasing need
To hold on to a chair
Lest all that which was air
Suddenly turned out to be
None other than the sea
And after tasting swill
I would feel safer still
If I were totally sure
Of the fact that chairs were
Something that could float
Like perhaps a ship or boat
Maybe a duck would do?
I'd feel better if I knew
By what means I'm bound
To keep from being drowned
In this ocean of alcoholic haze
Yet some it doesn't seem to faze
That the floor has begun to tilt
And sober resolve has begun to wilt
I'll tell you of my first drink of grog
And how it put me in such a fog
I almost thought that I saw
An iceberg through it all
What I yelled, I dare not reiterate
But I can confidently state
Never will I forget what I remember
Of that day in cold Dismembre
When I had more drink that I should
And was much too merry for my own good.
Written in memory (or lack thereof) of the first time Ariander Lysael (my character from VI) ever
had the aforementioned drinks.
After me first taste of mead
I see an ever increasing need
To hold on to a chair
Lest all that which was air
Suddenly turned out to be
None other than the sea
And after tasting swill
I would feel safer still
If I were totally sure
Of the fact that chairs were
Something that could float
Like perhaps a ship or boat
Maybe a duck would do?
I'd feel better if I knew
By what means I'm bound
To keep from being drowned
In this ocean of alcoholic haze
Yet some it doesn't seem to faze
That the floor has begun to tilt
And sober resolve has begun to wilt
I'll tell you of my first drink of grog
And how it put me in such a fog
I almost thought that I saw
An iceberg through it all
What I yelled, I dare not reiterate
But I can confidently state
Never will I forget what I remember
Of that day in cold Dismembre
When I had more drink that I should
And was much too merry for my own good.