There's nothing wrong with enjoying a drink
With your friends
On a summer's day.

But frankly,
I think you've had enough.

And now
You're starting to make a fool of yourself.

Falling down,
Rolling around on the ground,
And when you finally get up
You haven't got a clue where you're going.

I was about to suggest
That you should go home.

But on second thoughts
I think it might be safer
If you sobered up first

Or you might end up
Permanently
Legless.