Zingy Feddermoshalot
couldn't drink another drop
a gallon seemed to hit the spot
imbibing then was through

He began the journey home
in which he tripped on every stone
ripped his pants and broke a bone
then belched a gurgling spew

Zingy reached his home a wreck
one hundred feet had been his trek
all was well, so what the heck
he'd drink tomorrow too