Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

The Plastered Painter

The painter drank with no restraint 
Quite drunk with his mind askew
Survived the trip back to his flat
And then stumbled off to the loo

Looking for relief in head and hand
Which proved to be quite daunting
He grabbed sleeping pills instead,
Of the aspirin he was wanting

Paint on walls, the ceiling, a chair
In his hair and behind his ears
It was quite the sordid affair
He then gave up drinking for years!

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 31, 2018 at 6:05 PM Hello Adam Pat, I would not hire that painter. I had a good giggle. Have a nice evening my friend. Pat Adams August 1, 2018 at 3:20 PM That's ok. I think he's a DJ now!...Nice to hear from you again Darlene. I appreciate your commenting!!...8o)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 31, 2018 at 5:12 PM Giggles <3 Pat Adams July 31, 2018 at 5:17 PM Smiles at your giggles!.. ... .... .....80)

Jan Allison July 31, 2018 at 4:24 PM he was definitely plastered lol made me smile Pat:-) love the pic too:-) hugs Jan xx Pat Adams July 31, 2018 at 5:16 PM Yeah, a little drunk too! Thanks Jan. .. .. .. ..80)