Dear Auntie Kingsley: I like booze
And girls so much it’s hard to choose
Between them, never knowing what’ll
Go better for me, bed or bottle.
In staying home alone at nights
I save on cabfare, fags, and lights,
Tho’ I’ll admit that may be only
To justify my being lonely.
Is one impelled to get out more
If he finds social life a bore?
Should he try answering the phone
If one’s best company’s his own?
I think it would be rather nice
For you to send me sound advice
Even if it’s a bitter pill.
As ever your fond reader, Phil.
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