Cross-Eyed

Have you ever needed to go so bad That your eyeballs start to cross Your back teeth began to float around You're memory's a total loss It happens to us chappies quite a lot It's the way we usually react When downing six or so cold ones Too blitzed for making tracks We put it off till we almost burst Afraid to make sudden moves But finally we chance it and off we go We're sure glad to get to the loo Then back we go to drink some more Eyes are no longer aligned We end up at somebody else's table With a different bunch of asinines We keep on drinking a few more hours Till we've all had a boatload too much They kick us out about three A.M. Babbling in what could have been Dutch! © Jack Ellison 2012