He was the designated drunk...

Going out to have some fun,
Not getting home till did rise the sun,
Got so very drunk,
His breath did smell like a skunk…

His car keys just a memory,
Who did he give them to, he forgot,
As well as drinking he did some pot,
His wife will just call him an old sot…

His car he did finally find,
He fell into the backseat,
Thinking it the front,
But he didn’t mind, he went to sleep…

He awoke in his garage in the morning,
His head pounding, of his condition he was mourning,
But how did he get home, he couldn’t of driven,
In the driver’s seat last night a very good friend,
Drove him home from his night of debauchery,
To this friend for his life he would have anything given…
© -me- 4/19/15