Some Buffoonery Poem by Chris Goss

Have had some food today which went down lead balloons
Some of my kin are buffoons
To blame my condition of alcohol
This is an explanation monumental
Because it has not been told or understood
This past week or so, I have been dire
Waking up and feeling this low
Then meal times just adds to woes
But the alcohol and tallyhoes last night
Was a surprising festive delight
Just wishes that it would all be right
I wish to be someone that enjoys food, and last night it came to pass
The Christmas Dinner was passable
And the entire affair was just simply enjoyable
But no alcohol will any more consumed
To quell the torment that I constantly abhor
I do doubt that the tide will not turn, only if in an urn
And it seems that I am taciturn
Because my brain is trained on pain
My life is just such stressful drain
No wonder the alcohol was entertaining
Drugs and referrals never reaching
So medical staff cannot be impeaching