Late last night.
While we were all in bed.
Old lady Leary lit a lantern in the shed.
And when the cow kicked it over.
She winked her eye and said –
‘It’ll be a hot time, in the old town tonight!’
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Repeat ad nauseum gaining speed and momentum.
Couldn’t get this out of my head last night when I was trying to get to sleep. I have no idea why. Some gin and tonics. Cooked dinner. Some red wine. A few laughs. A bit of Tramal. Good friends. More red wine. Interesting conversation. Hot shower. Some Valium… then off to bed with this ditty stuck in my head.
One of these days I will learn to heed my own advice and refrain from mixing drugs and alcohol.
I must not mix drugs and alcohol!!!
I must not mix drugs and alcohol!!!
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