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!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2018
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