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.