Well, it's high time I post again, so here's one of my favourite poems from one of my favourite poets; the late, great G.K. Chesterton:

The Song of Right and Wrong
 
Feast on wine or fast on water
And your honour shall stand sure,
God Almighty's son and daughter
He the valiant, she the pure;
If an angel out of heaven
Brings you other things to drink,
Thank him for his kind attentions,
Go and pour them down the sink.
 
Tea is like the East he grows in,
A great yellow Mandarin
With urbanity of manner
And unconsciousness of sin;
All the women, like a harem,
At his pig-tail troop along;
And, like all the East he grows in,
He is poison when he's strong.
 
Tea, although an Oriental,
Is a gentleman at least;
Cocoa is a cad and coward,
Cocoa is a vulgar beast,
Cocoa is a dull, disloyal,
Lying, crawling cad and clown,
And may very well be grateful
To the fool that takes him down.
 
As for all the windy waters,
They were rained like tempests down
When the good drink had been dishonoured
By the tipplers of the town;
When the red wine has brought red ruin
And the death-dance of the times,
Heaven sent us Soda Water
As a torment for our crimes.

And there you have it...

As for me, I have one final day of work tomorrow, and then I'll be off for new adventures.  I'll keep ya'll informed!