Ode to an Autumnal Hangover

Ah, the causal thread linking ale to Ibuprofen in the ruddy wake of a Autumn (that's "Fall" in Americanese, reader) ale festival in rural England. It's gone through various iterations, but here we see a young, undergraduate Dr. Samways simultaneously establishing his interest in the area of neuroscience whilst expressing his profound artistic incompetence at poetry. A Cuttlefish I aint, madam, 'tis true.There appears to be a Wildebeest inside my skull a'frolicking,Bouncing 'tween the bones and giving my brain a bollocking.It must have been there hiding in that cask of Old Peculiar -It’s not unlike a cow, you see, 'though 'round the front it's woollier -You say you have one, too? Then, surely, sir, t'were two!Squeezed inside that cask of Old -Peculiar, that, wouldn’t you say?A brace of wildebeesties hiding in one common barrel?Can it be kenned a mortal way?Two bovines, riled and yeasty, biding at their frothing peril?I merely raise the question,To your incomparable attention,To assuage an empirical conviction,That there's a serious contradiction,In scale!Which one cannot fail t'appreciateIs unquestionably inappropriate,Stochastically inadequate,And quite beyond the pail.(Yes, I did say"pail", there,A bucket's what I mean, 'Twas not a poetic fail, there,'Twas a play on words, you see.)The moral of this ditty,The themes between the lines,ContemporaneouslyQuite slip the writer’s mind.[Edited to add: I only learned quite recently the Irish origin of the phrase...
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