Head aching Thunderous throbbing throng Smacking back and forth Round and round this skull Water, water God! please Heal my sickness Thud slowly, carefully down the stairs Kitchen? Light switch? Water water where's the water Fumbling hazeiness A hand in the blind reaches out, Gruffly silhouetted standing leaned Against the Darkness A military slouch in shadow He spoke with a bellow “Look, you drink too much, it’s not good for health” ******* you old **** “Trust me don't touch the poison, Look after yourself!” With the mighty declarative of this sort He rose from the casual to a grumpy trot Past the light revealing old sad Ernest He's one to ******* talk.