Drunken Disorderly
I sat there sucking on a straw trying to get a little more
Of a drink I hadn't had for many a year
Twas the taste that hit me first,
as it began to quench my thirst
Then I began to giggle, and grin from ear to ear.
Couldn't keep my head on straight,
in my inebriated state
Since 9% proof was really much too strong.
There's a lesson in here folk,
and I'm telling you no joke
Don't leave binge-drinking sessions for quite so long.
Had a wheeze, had a plot,
had a plan worth a shot
Why not call the police and get them to help me out
The alcohol had took its toll;
I couldn’t find the remote control
So I called the cops and told them what it was all about
Goodness me, I'd hardly finished;
my drunken state somewhat diminished
Clearly I can tell you I was in pieces and in bits
The fuzz came to get me tested,
would you believe I got arrested
Seems the emergency services ...
shouldn’t be used by rat-arsed twits!
I've been known to get sloshed a time or two, but in that state totally unable to write a poem. If you did you have great cognitive fortitude.
Ron
Michael D.