Christmas Drunk
It started at the office party,
open bar free booze for all.
Next thing I know the office flirt,
has me in the closet in the hall.
After hours of carousing,
seem to have lost that flirt,
ended up in a cold snowbank,
at least it wasn't muddy dirt.
The car wouldn't start,
bless it's dead battery heart,
so I slogged on home,
walking, slip and start.
Got a ride somehow,
like a drunk or fool,
arrived home very late,
snow melting in a pool.
Slipped on that wet floor,
and went down hard,
with a loud, "Oops, owww!"
bang! Like a sack of lard.
Sleepy eyed son appeared,
asked, "Is Santa here?"
through my bellringing head,
I yelled, "No, back to bed, dear!"
Wife was not happy,
with a husband so sappy,
trimming the tree, when,
all he wanted was a nappy.
Woke up with a hangover,
to the kids' loud play.
No joy there for me,
just another, hungover, day.
Copyright 2017 © Ronald W. Hull
12/21/17
You can read this poem at my website here.
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Fun and light in heart laughing out loud!!!!
Lady Mary Ann
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
Heh.Heh . . . That scenario happens more often that is realized.