Johnny Smith

Johnny Smith liked his rum three times a day

From sunrise to sunset he got his way

White in the morning, dark come the eve

His mates never knew what was up his sleeve

He rollicked and roved in every pub he could find

Never leaving an empty bottle behind

His personal stash was a sight to behold

Blended, spiced, experimental and gold

A modern-day pirate, a glutton for drink

That’s what he called himself when he had time to think

Johnny drank and drank but never got sick

Wherever he went rum was his faithful sidekick

It passed no judgement, brought him to life

Johnny never let it get between him and his wife

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