Memories of my wet wealth

I wandered lonely as a star

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a bar,

A host of golden liquid thrills,

And there inside for me to choose,

All manner of delightful booze.

I asked and so I did receive

A cocktail heavy on the gin,

A perfect lovely bright reprieve

For me to drown my sorrows in,

And then more drinks, so nice and fine,

All leading me to joy divine.

"The world is in a glass!" I said.

"What more could I desire than this?"

Sobriety's like being dead,

And alcohol is surely bliss."

I drank and drank but little thought

What wealth these drinks to me had brought.

For oft when on my couch I lie,

I know well what these drinks have brought.

They flash upon that inward eye,

Complete with all the joy I sought.

I always can revive my mood

Recalling times when I got stewed.

"Who Needs Daffodils,'' by Felicia Nimue Ackerman