[CerebroDragon]

Sever, forgive me for my imminent adventure into off-topic foppery, but I feel an irrepressible bardic urge coming on...

*cough cough*.

This is a sonnet I dedicated to one of my first intoxicated experiences, which consisted of a mere ten stubbies of Guiness at the wee age of 20 during uni.

To Inebriation (A Hymn of Experience)

Long life hath I abstained, awash alone with lonely loitering moon.
Conservative eyes gleam over a solution enigmatic, how I do swoon!
The Fountain of Happiness forever elusive, is but transient joy.
Black are the dreadful doubts, and to experience I do employ.
Gold emblazoned cloud and liquid glitter and echo curiousity in my mind,
Silence immersed in a mountain of Bacchus thought, unrefined!
One tiny draught beckons successive consumption, Oh frothly thick amber and stoutly toxic tar!
Descending into submissive depths of insobriety, actions too bizarre,
A contrariness from mundane normality, contrite neon dome-light glowing ever so!
Adjourn all Sophistry, Adieu now amorphous wavering convictions shallow!
Inundated upon this epiphany, an isolated moment of whimsical haze.
The Demon incarnate instils a sinister assurance, oh so glazed.
In golden fields of meadow wheat and parley rye,
I lie so ever mesmerised.
I gaze indolently on sweet lulling Inebriate, and am goaded to drowse and enterprise.

Cheers to everyone. [img]smile.gif[/img]
CD

Crunked? *scratches chin and wanders off stage to the boos and hisses searching for the next barrel of ale*.