It’ll teetotal all of your sums.

Your pals will be way out there chomping on stars,

but you’ll just be left with the crumbs.

A brain tires out by the end of the day,

all the synapses going to glue.

But as soon as you drink, it enervates think,

and just wait until you have two.

But now a buzzkill. Results go downhill

quite quickly when drinks number three.

And, by number four, you might need the door,

and the floor may be filled with debris.

Then, when you hit five, you’ll still feel alive,

but your brain cells will be in lockdown.

And, should you reach six, you’ll be in a fix.

Officially, you’re in drunk town.

So, stay on alert. Don’t drink ’til you’re hurt.

It’s a tippling matter you’ll learn.

When things start to blur, it’s time to defer.

Sobriety must have its turn.