When I am taking wine in company,
finishing bottle after bottle,
everyone with me has to be thirsty,
or I turn very nasty.
And if I am pouring glass after glass,
I brook no contradiction;
I cannot bear it when they cry
“I won’t, I’ve had enough!”
Anyone who won’t keep drinking with me,
any simpering boobies,
I quite unceremoniously throw
the bottle in their faces.
So ask me please
why I do that.