This is another poem by Steve Kerr.

Mr Drink he’d wake
Me up.
Down the local pub
We’d pop.
Come on fat head out
Of bed.
We’ve got my mates to
Meet instead.

Jonny Walker old blue
I couldn’t get enough
Of him.
Then one day my head
Got sore
I pleaded Mr Drink
No more.

I told him blunt you’re
Not my friend
And our relationship
Must end.
I want to go out on
My own.
So Mr Drink leave me

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