There once was a bottle of dusky liqueur
Which invoked scenes of discord and loss of demure.
Take a dandy, a dame and a girl who knows better
And soon the dynamic looks likely to fetter
an afternoon tipple, or two; three or four ...
Alright, half a bottle and glasses galore!
Whence grace and decorum no longer exist
And innocent joy takes a most painful twist.
The bottle itself became stashed far away ...
All pledges and promises mute to this day!