A Martini did appeal,
But now that I'm old, if I should choose
A nice pre-prandial glass of booze,
I suffer what is dehydration,
It's not a very good sensation:
I cannot sleep, I make a fuss,
I worry, and I turn and toss,
And finally, to pass the time,
I start composing a new rhyme.
And the result: not what I meant:
My mind on sleep is not intent!
Advice to oldsters, one and all:
Stay away from alcohol!