Shivers - by Tom Parrott
accompanying illustration here
There was this old man,
who used to drink not for fun,
you’d see his old huddled frame,
sat cold in the sun.
He drank to keep warm,
or his blood would freeze up,
so a liquor lined bottle,
fed his need through his cup.
Ever since birth,
he told of this tale,
how every morning was frozen,
until the first pint of ale.
followed quite swiftly,
by a brandy or two,
or a brown bagged bottle,
of whiskey would do.
Even in Vegas,
where he was born long ago,
where the heat was extreme,
in that sunlit light show.
Even there in the desert,
engulfed in that stink,
this old fella was freezing,
through lack of a drink.
Oh he drank all day, all night,
every hour between,
had done for years,
he knew only this theme.
Well you see here he said,
“the colds easy to please,
cos the stronger the booze
the weaker the freeze”.
so after a single swift beer,
or two, maybe three,
its a shot for the cold
and a double for me.
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