Peter Dome Poet Free verse

Dead Drunk and Pickled

From the dark vaults of Nottinghamshire's rich history
Full of intrigue folklaw and mystery
Comes a rather gruesome tale 
About a unlucky drunkard who drank too much ale
While frequenting a local drinking inn
In a drunken stopper
The man fell down the stairs
And landed head first into a barrel that he fell in
And drowned.

What a way to go
Was it ale or gin we may never know
Proof that drink kills
A grizzly tale
To give you a chill.


Peter Dome. copyright.2015. July

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Afolabi Muideen September 18, 2015 at 7:11 PM Lol!!! I love how this was constructed Peter. It is eloquent and excellent........A.M. Peter Dome September 20, 2015 at 6:18 AM Thank you very much friend. your kind comments are very much appreciated. take care. Pete.

Jan Allison July 27, 2015 at 5:29 PM wow what a way to go - interesting tale peter - think you mean stupour not stopper:-) hugs Jan xx Peter Dome July 30, 2015 at 1:23 PM Hi Jan, thank you, yes what a way to go. I can picture him clearly in my mind, his legs sticking out. take care. best wishes. Pete.

Alexis Y. July 27, 2015 at 5:16 PM Hi Peter, what a sad well written piece. I agree irresponsible drinking can kill. Great Job!P.S. Its good to see you posting again. I hope all is well.:-)Alexisi Alexis Y. July 31, 2015 at 2:13 AM Get well soon:-)Alexis Peter Dome July 30, 2015 at 1:26 PM Hi Alexis. so good to hear from you. thank you. Yes what a sad thing. Thank you so much for your message and kind words. hope you are keeping well.Been ill so I couldn't get back yo yiu, take good care. best wishes. Pete.