Today I bring you a tale of inebriation. A short rhyme about the evils of alcohol. Some of which I may have been drinking last night…
A young and rather rowdy Tibetan monk,
Was found quite inebriated in his bunk,
Despite his protestations,
They found his distillations,
‘Cause it wasn’t the sherry trifle that got him drunk!
Actually it’s just another limerick that’s kinda funny. Ah well. Maybe next time.