Drinking Your Health

Your face is funny, and your teeth don't fit,
And when you turn your head away from me
Your ear dips, like a dog's ear, crazily.
The way you talk, hurtling great gobs of spit
(And no one can make any sense of it
In any case), annoys us all. You see,
The one thing on which all of us agree
Is that we don't like you one little bit.

However, if you're buying us a round
We'll drink your health. We're feeling in the pink,
And all your whining only made me think:
What do I care? It's like a baying hound:
I can't say that I ever liked its sound,
But when your voice is ordering, I'll drink.