Well here's a really wise one:
Tonight, as I was feeling low
Cos no-one's called, or wants to know
I thought a treat would ease my mood
But somehow, didn't fancy food
The Bailey's bottle found it's way
Within my hand, and chose to stay
But from a glass I didn't sup
Who wants to cope with washing up?
I tipped the bottle, had a slurp
And followed with a Lady Burp
And glory be, it's done the trick
And though I'm feeling slightly sick
I'm really too far gone to care
So gaze upon John's empty chair
Like Miss O'Hara, smile and say
"Tomorrow is another day"