The Drunkard
Feared yet inevitable that I must return
to the humble place that I call home, after
spending a few hours without concern,
at my favourite watering hole, The jester,
It being less than half a mile, ten minute walk
but with one step forward two steps back
stopping every person I met, just to talk,
no coordination but vocals I didn't lack,
after forty five minutes my house I did arrive,
attempting to insert my key into it's key hole
without success door opened, as if alive,
falling through shouting God save my soul !
My dear wife disgusted said I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
So have I, that's why I've come home my love.
27/01/2017.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
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