Poem: The Start of The Worst Summer I Ever Had

He had a real drinking problem: Two hands and only one mouth! His was a thirst the likes I’ve never seen. And it was impossible to keep up, but you could nearly die just trying. It soon became very, very trying indeed. And when a 5-litre bottle of whiskey arrived on the doorstep one day (a prize from a raffle) he announced that it was going to be his co…