STOP DRINKING...

Filled in flagon with a covering lid,
Poured in goblet that looks candid
makes you languid
Becomes very sordid
lose your lover who loves you Cupid,
Will destroy your humid

Changes you to behave rabid
Neighbours will throw you as invalid
But you will never forbid
that volatile liquid
Wine ... that wine appears as orchid
to you, for others it is acrid acid

In streets, you  will walk in skid
Your clothes will be squalid
Your feelings will grow morbid,
Yes.... Wine is not torrid
But harmful as Quid
And spread your disease  rapid

Everyone will treat you rigid
And your vision will be turbid
Avoid the acid
Live your life vivid;
Make you worries rid
away from you, live happily with your kid.