THE DRUNKEN DRAGON

My fire breathing drinking bud, drank way, way to much beer,

He was celebrating burning villages; the causation of his cheer,

Well, we took his wings away,

So, on the ground he'd have to stay,

Then he talked about his mommy, and his eyes began to tear.

MY MEALS ARE UNMEMORABLE

Mr. Bunny eats sweet apple fritters,

Mr. Bear eats apex, meaty critters,

My food is such a bore,

It's from the liquor store,

It's always the same, gin and bitters.

A MARRIAGE, A BUSINESS AND HEAVES

There is a house painter named Steves,

He only paints right under the eaves,

He leaves the rest of the house,

For his unlucky spouse,

Steve then drinks at the bar till he heaves.