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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