Dump the Drunk
Slam goes the door he is home
Kaplunk he sinks on sofa alone
Drunk driving again no doubt hiccup so loud
Dinner is ready I churp how was your day at work?
Awful they’re oozing my very life outta me
It’s their fault I need a gulp to get relief
Won’t you come to the table and nibble
Honey I don’t want food lets not quibble
Fine drink your life away slurp
Crash goes a dinner plate burp
I don’t want to fight but wack
Never give me a tongue thrash
How dare you give me a slap
I am leaving you that is a wrap.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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