The tale of amber ale

I got in bath and had a scrub, phoned my mate went down the pub. `Sell me please your amber ale, don't use glasses use a pail`. So they poured it in a bucket, gave us straws so we could suck it. We drunk the lot then went insane, and had that bucket filled again. I said to the landlord don't make a fuss, i'll leave the car and take the bus. I left the pub my legs akimbo, singing songs by George and Ringo. I waltzed down street like Fred Astair, alas no bus was waiting there. So on the bench i did flop, told myself next bus will stop. Well i awoke as morning came, something was hacking out my brain. Then nature calls and life's a bitch, i fall through hedge and into ditch. To climb back out it was a trial, the waters deep the smell is vile. I staggered home without a care, but lady wife was waiting there. She gave me grief, fried eggs and bacon, my stomach churned my senses shaken. I climbed the stairs two by two, and emptied stomach down the loo. and as i kneel i'm such pain, Something is hacking out my brain. So when next i drink amber ale. i'll use a glass forget that pail.