Stumble
...inspired by 'The Outing' by Dylan Thomas
His waistcoat full to bursting
he harrumphed through the public house
like Hell itself was after him
and tripped, and missed his stool.
"Pull me a pint!" he cried,
"and never mind the bill, we'll settle up!"
A face pricked like a strawberry,
and just as red, spit spraying
as he bellowed he was jovial, inebriated,
in his cups before the opening bell
and known to one and all as Stumble.
The Snug was crammed, like-minded men
determined for a belly full.
At closing time they locked the doors
and started on the bottles.
They posted Ernie Jenkins as a
lookout for the constable,
lead tenor in the male voice choir.
Dispensing with his duties
he joined in with all the rest,
pickled voices still in tune,
until the pub was dry, the notes exhausted.
Stumble bade goodnight to all the rest
and staggered through the dim-lit streets,
his true and constant friend the flying moon.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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