A pint at the National Gallery,

A vodka and lime at the Tate,

A large single malt at Parsifal,

In the interval while you wait.

 

Then off to a poetry reading,

Where you gulp down large helpings of booze;

Before ending up at a jazz club,

With slateloads of cocktails to choose.

 

Next morning there's consolation

That you know you've improved your mind,

Although your most pressing project

In one vacant bathroom to find.