Tim B Poet Rhyme

Three Sheets To Tha Wind

No, I did nay walk the cold harbour docks
Felt too tipsy and fell in the drink
Drank too much as the ticker in me tocks
Dead men tell no tales in the blink
Eyes patched over me hardy, yar, flows
The wine inta piss, my heart inta bliss
Rows the dead man telling no tales
Rows the dead man drinkin those ales
Three to tha wind laddies, heave ho
I'm nay walkin home, I can't go.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Shadow Hamilton February 21, 2014 at 1:29 PM very clever write Tim enjoyed this very much soup-mail hugs

Just That Archaic Poet February 20, 2014 at 12:32 PM I've written several alcohol inspired poems and this reminded me of them. Very much enjoyed this piece; great job :)

Russell Sivey February 20, 2014 at 11:33 AM This is a very intriguing write my friend! I liked your use of language here within this poem! What a delightful piece here, Great Work!!