Alcohol Trees

Alcohol trees Glass of ale please sir, and make it snappy… just popping off to change my wet nappy, by the alcohol trees… Sorry I’ll have to sign now Can’t talk anymore, Lost the power of speech Cant even slur my words, By the alcohol trees. Go on, ask me a question You’ll see what I mean. You’ll hear my brain Just stutter and steam Whilst I draw a blank, And inwardly scream, By the alcohol trees. Just a simple question Someone’s blocked the little stream… Of thoughts to my tongue, and the alcohol trees.