(I did quite a few humorous drinking poems.  Probably because I had a better tolerance back then.  These days, I don’t drink much.  Body doesn’t really like it and my anxiety issues get amplified, so it’s best for me to highly limit them.  Maybe I’ll have a glass of whiskey after a rough week when I don’t have my son.  Still, it’s fun to write poetry about it.)

On simple days
I have a beer
Whatever brand on sale

On hottest days
I have lemonade
Mostly made of rum

On days of chill
I suck down whiskey
To feel the phantom burn

On high class days
I drink mojitos
Because I like to say the word

On party days
I drink tequila
Straight without a care

On reminiscing days
I drink my vodka
The liquor of my heart

On days that I forget
I drink a shot of Jager
Then remember my dislike

On anniversary days
I settle for a wine
Though my palette has no sense

On St. Patrick’s day
I drink a Guinness
With a shot inside

On rarest days
I get my mead
Drinking like a glutton

On any day
I have a drink
So join me if you wish