I'm not much of a drinker.

I'm more of a little stinker.

Then being a fortified drinker.

I wrote this is as an answer,

In reverence

To uncle Meridian's poem,

At this time I didn't realise,

Where my mind would be going.

Arms around Wales.

Aren't they too big;

I couldn't even manage,

To cuddle their tails.

Although his poem I loved,

Wouldn't it be easier.

To put his arms around,

Someone he loves.

Oh dear, Someone's just said,

That's Wales not whales.

Mind you being dyslexic,

I do really love spinning A Tail.

If uncle Tom doesn't like my poem,

I won't class it as a defeat.

I'll just press a button that says delete. 

It's not written down anywhere else,

Aren't I just sickly and really not sweet.