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LIMERICKS 

By Bill S.

There once was a fellow named Marty,
Who turned out to be quite a smarty.
He found he could choose
To knock off the booze
And still be the life of the party.

There once was a gal named Robbin
Who spent her life usin' and sobbin'.
She found LifeRing and Kaiser
And now she's much wiser
And can finally stop weavin' and Bobbin'.

A fellow named Chet was a jammer
But booze got him into the slammer
He stayed off the pruno
And changed his old tuno 
And helps us stay cool with his hammer

The story of Marj was quite sad
The booze left her feeling so bad
But by a process of thinking
She got rid of the drinking
And now she's feeling quite rad

Now Bettye the pot head's story
Is sometimes both yucky and gory
But she got off the weed 
And now plants the seed
So others can know the same glory

Larry drank beer by the flagon
He drank till his old ass was draggin'
Now he convenes a cool meeting
That keeps us from cheating
And helps us stay on the wagon 

There once was an alky named Bill
Who found quitting to be all uphill
Then he found the 3 S's
And now he confesses
That he can stay clean with a will

Addiction can be quite genetic
It made Syl feel very frenetic
But this she surmounted
And now can be counted
To keep us all energetic

There once was a fellow named Itchy
Who often could turn up quite bitchy
He got up his gumption
And stopped his consumption
And now he's not nearly so twitchy.
 
Now Gillian - an expat Briton
With booze was really quite smitten
She sipped by the hour
But then found the power
And now helps others with quittin'.  
 
There once was a fellow named Wynne
Who drank stout til it dripped off his chin
He found with his curse
That drink made it worse
So he decided to pack it all in.

 

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