something i wrote for posting someplace else

my bars grow fat, as doth my ass.
when will this wretched season pass?
i know 'tis minor to be crutched -
as a malaise, it is not much.

endeavor i to remain cheerful:
what better way, you say, than beerful?
alas, alack, & truth be told -
beer like i not - i tell ye bold.

would i had a jack on ice -
ah, master daniel... would be nice.
or, perhaps a touch of gin
would be a fine place to begin.

look ye now - what time it be?
time for a wee spot o' tea.
long island tea, i mean to say,
would quite refresh this tiring day.

a sip of this, a splash of that -
i disregard my bars so fat!
i tell you this, though, i'm not funning -
i'd rather be now outside, running.