Kim Nelson: Drinking Sonnet

Delirious poison, goblet of ale;
Damned loathsome villain, tempting to my thirst;
Methinks it makes a drunkard sad and pale,
But saucy, witty drunk when tasted first.

O tempt me not with your sweet honey hue;
O Foul Milk, that lures with its bitter smell;
So saucy and vulgar, I always knew
This wicked temptation would lead to hell.

My thirst burns like unquenchable fire
For that smooth taste and its merry power;
The way you torment my will I admire;
I shall be drunk by the end of the hour.

Much indulgence makes one melancholy
And that, with drinking, is greatest folly.


-Kim Nelson

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