A TALE OF ALE
Poor wife, so very ill and oh, so congested.
But then, her husband got drunk and was arrested.
Sniveling, into the cold rain she hurried.
To bail hubby out of jail, she was a tad worried.
There he sat, smirking, behind bars.
Arrested for driving and hitting three cars.
The bail was paid, they stood soaking wet, he was pale.
In disgust, she left him, the drunk on the steps of the jail.
He...only could think of a pint of hearty ale.
So, ends, my friends, this sorry tale!
Note, I found no category for drinking or alcoholism and on my device,
cabbot enter one...Apologies...Pangie
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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