In the distant past, a flock a’ friendly coursed to Adel for a party ;
But as the future a leafily turned, the affair was not so hearty .
To start, you see, was the stormy sea of rain that haltered hot ,
The host and the house were mondo hip, but the alcohol was not .
David Smithy, the poor ol’ soul, disordered Jack Daniels and gin ;
Chugging the potion in just three swallows, his lips proffered a grin .
He darted out of the rustic door to dance in the pouring rain ;
Scott, Steven, and Ange behind, screaming into the night :   “ Refrain ! ”
Dave brusquely met with an obstacle, then commenced to hug that tree ;
The trio dragged him in from the wet and Set the ass in front of me .
Whale enough was not so well as he slumbered soggily on the floor ;
An unholy, gagging retch rang out ;  aghast, I gazed from the door .
Yes, David took a ralph just then, and his hideous glob was born :
Jack and gin, macaroni and cheese, and kernels of awful corn .
Goof–off guffaws tumbled aloft ;  the gang was gung–ho pagan .
David awoke, did not believe, his response was so evasive.
Okay boys, we took some pictures, disproving Dave’s dodging plot ;
Knowing he was caught, Davy shrugged and uplifted from his cot .
Then we broke the fast, consuming cholesterol puffs and java ;
Retreat, did I, to play ping–pong, my mind all sing–song :   “ Hot Lava . ”

*[ WSB ]_.