Mixed Pickles

Mike had an overdraft that put him in a pickle He wasn't worth a dime not even a nickel He would be the first to say when he got his pay He went out to play He loved playing cards, he mostly lost He bet on horses never counting the cost Easy come, easy go was his way of life It was entirely different for his careful frugal Wife She wasn't mean she had no choice When it came to finance Mike never heard her voice She tried her best To help her Husband escape this mess He was too irresponsible to listen, I guess It all became too much she had enough She wanted some order in her life This life was far too tough She packed her few possessions without any fuss She rode away from poverty On a Number 37 bus For a time Mike missed his Missus And the company she supplied Somehow his gay abandon Had shrivelled up and died He felt in his pocket and found his last dollars and nickels Went down to his local Pub and got COMPLETELY PICKLED