the tankards haven been set,
the mouths are dry,
so let the glorious lager flow.
Let the long awaited
water of life
flow onto our pallets
and let us be saited.
However,
this is not to be,
Tankard
after Tankard.
And the satisfaction
is still far far away,
Problem arises
bowels are bursting
Running
world spinning
to the lavatory
long line awaits.
After nature has
taken its course
you find that space
had been made.
And thus the cycle
continues
till you awake
a morning later.
Satisfied!
yet with wet pants,
because you had,
forgotten to go to the loo one last time!
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