Drinks he one and then drinks another,
take he three drink without a bother,
past the lips drinks of all kinds of matter,
he drinks with glee while his pints they shatter,
Until his head rests on the floor,
until we hear his glorious snore,
'tis his drinkday grand galore,
Slurs the Raven "Gimme more!"
My only present was a £650 vet bill a couple of weeks ago! But the recently poorly cat did bring me home a mouse which is now behind the cupboards in the kitchen!
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