Once upon a weekend toils,
as I sat forever loyal,
I caught upon a glass,
with handle as fine as brass.
In this glass was pure deluxe,
wonders that I shouldn’t touch,
but down my throat it went,
with ever drop spent.
As I drank forever humble,
I felt so dizzy I took a tumble,
down the stairs to my surprise,
right into the unsuspecting bride.
bride so angry she came to shout,
angry look with such a pout,
I ran away with such a fright,
and came upon such a sight.
Bump right into the groom I did,
and he in turn fell on the cake,
the cake in turn fell on the floor,
and I in turn ran out the door.
My mother gave me quite the scolding,
for the mess I made, and the cake not holding.
took me by the ear with force,
brought me back to the wedding with remorse.
For you see I am only sixteen,
full of attitude and sometimes mean,
the glass I drank was in fact wine,
the wedding was my sister’s time to shine.
For I did not have one glass, but four,
then proceeded to drink more.
I apologized for the mess I made,
and my dear sister let me stay!
For the lesson here, is quite a simple one indeed.
don’t you drink at sixteen, I plea!
wait you time, or you’ll be in quite a worry,
and with your actions you’ll be sorry!