The following is based upon a true story…

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“Son-of-a- b****, my liver hurts.”

With every stroke he wrests

The vile contagion from his veins,

For there he has compiled it,
Heedless then of future pains.

The company he’s kept

Has not been evil in the least,

Tipping back with dear companions

Heady brews derived with yeast.

Salubrious though this has been
Conducive it was not
To hopes of daily rowing
With regattas and the lot.