In another life
I could’ve been a pirate
rum is all I drink
Tag: Drunken Poetry
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
The Rum Ration 