Old Irish Joke 2
Clancy's pub had cut me off, said no more pints for me
I knew he was mistaken, I was sober as could be
So I climbed off of the bar stool and headed for the door
And much to my surprise found I was laying on the floor
I crawled to the front entrance and stood up with some care
Opened up the portal and then fell down the front stair
I crawled up to a lamppost and clammered to my feet
But after taking one step, I fell into the street
I only lived a block away, so on me knees I stayed
Crawling down the sidewalk, twas slow progress that I made
At last I reached me cottage and made it to the door
I pulled meself up, opened it and sprawled upon the floor
Somehow I got up the stairs and rolled into the bed
Me knees hurt like the devil, there was a pounding in me head
When I woke up next morning, I was an awful sight
Me pant legs were all shredded, I looked like I'd lost a fight
“It's drunk again you were last night” I heard my wife declare
“How would you know if I was drunk, you weren't even there”
“The barkeep, he just called me and asked me how you are”
“And said that I should tell you, your wheelchairs at the bar”
Always liked this joke and decided to put it to rhyme.
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012
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