Drinking on your own is a sad boys game

But pardon the apostrophe and recognise the gain

I'm lucky in logrono with the blood red vino tinto

It pours across the courtyards and tastes magnifico

Am I to decline the opportunity to sample life's riches

Or get a chance to scratch another of life's itches

It's one to ponder and ponder I will on the road to navarette

ItS a ponder I am fonder of than walking with that gettttttttt!

Did I tell you about that New Zealand guy.....