Poems with rhymes of booze

Now what’s the use to shun the booze?
They’ll flop your bones among the ooze

Can't think o' nothin' 'bout the end o' booze,
'Cause I got the para--, I said I got the paragraphic, I mean the column constructin' blues.

Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze?
But Hard-Luck Smith was hoodoo-proof--he knew the way to lose.

I declined -- 'TWAS self-denial -- and I lectured him on booze,
Using all the hackneyed arguments that preachers mostly use;

Was drinky in his views;
An' 'e was wont ter lash it up on booze.

Pay me a pot, and let me dream and booze;
To stars of scorn my dour defiance ringing,
With battered banjo and a strumpet Muse.

But Mulligan, having some radical views,
Neglected his business and got on the booze;

Its always the same; I win, you lose
Give me your cup, Ill fill it up with more booze

Relying on an intake of OTT booze,
Blotting his mind, overriding bad news,

Tasty tattoos,
Lots of booze,

in a labrynth oppressed by booze.
This path he lives religeously,
became the only one to choose.

Despite her oddball efforts to refuse,
Tonight I think I will buy him some booze,

alcoholics crying out for booze
crackhead neighbors born to lose