My glass brim full,
An H²O-free zone.
I thought up that name—
All on my own.
Don’t try to fool me,
And sneak in my glass.
I know you’re water—
You’re out on your ass.
You know your place,
Willing or not.
You belong in the kettle,
Where I make you hot.
When I have a thirst,
That I need to quench,
The team coach has spoken—
You’re out on the bench.
I know you’re wanted,
But just not by me.
Especially at happy hour,
Any time after three.
Now get thee hence,
You’re just not my sort.
Get out of my glass—
eave room for more port.
The word has been spoken—
Get out of my glass.
need room for hooch,
That’s over your class.
Stay out of my glass,
Stay out of my drink!
This is your last warning—
Or you’re down the sink.
A Warning to Water
