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Yes it happened, once again,

That I finally caved in,

And took a wondrous hankering,

To taste a glass of gin.

I couldn't quite remember,

How it sat along my tongue,

Should it be shipped or slowly sipped,

A'fore round my throat it's flung??

So I let rip and had a sip,

Of that dribbly lemon tonic,

My eyes grew wide; I realised,

I'd been a tad moronic.

Oh! Yes! I had forgotten,

That G and T's are vile!

I can only draw comparison,

To drinking one's own bile!

My lips rose up and squashed my eyes,

As it rolled across my tongue,

My face screwed red; full of dread,

As if I'd just been hung.

So not another drop I took,

And poured it down the drain,

I'll rush to tatoo on my arm,

From G & T's REFRAIN!