It was coming Christmas time br The festive bells began to chime br We were having a pint, or nine br Everything was going fine br Until this so-called mate of mine br Said 'Do you want a drink? ' via the standard mime br I nodded, expecting a snifter sublime br Perchance a classic wine br From a historic, ancient vine br But then, the heartbreaking line br IT'S BAILEYS AND LIME! br On this fragrant beige slime br I was expected to dine br With molar and canine br I chewed into overtime br For the end I began to pine br I'd rather drink turpentine br Or something equally asinine br Give me a beverage benign br From this ridiculous pursuit I resignbr br Esra Sloblockbr br