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Every day, my dad would come home, reeking of Ogre Draught, I was so embarrassed of his action, but he always just laughed, You?ll understand when your older son, that life can get you down, So I head over to Ugh?s fine place, and in my sorrows drown. Now as I age, the smell of Ogre Draught, always makes me sick, It?s warm aroma and bitter blend, always does it?s trick. Even when I?m feeling down, I can?t bring myself to drink, For Ogre Draught has got to be, the worlds most horrid stink. Though, something changed, when my wife left me all alone, My world apart, my mind ruined, and my heart turned to stone. I found comfort in a familiar bar, where my dad once drank, I put myself upon a stool, and my broken heart just sank. Now I see the smell of draught, as something left to savour, My fathers words, I saw as curse, now I see as favour. So take my heed, my good advice, and hold it in you well, Ogre Draught, at first beguiled, now has the greatest smell. BloodOfLoki | |