He wouldn’t stop getting me to
Drink champagne
Enough champagne to beat
The band
No more beer
‘Cos beer was old-school
It made him drool
He’d grown tired of the
All too routine hangover
The bubbles brought with them
New feelings
A few new avenues
For him to traipse on down
Charlie told me he liked
To play the drums
He made that clear when he played
That evening
Into the early hours
‘Twas a humble abode
He had
Not enough room to swing a cat
Let alone bang out a tune
He tried to reach for a beat
While playing with the bottle
Nestled safely by his feet