Tipsy Thought
Tripped and tipsy,
He stumbled along,
He had taken it again,
And taken it full,
Usually he was drunk at night,
And tonight was no exception,
His brain was at ease,
And he thought no more,
For he could not make it work,
Reduced to vegetable be struggled to bed,
Before he fell asleep fast,
His brain just worked,
And he thought why does he take it all,
At last.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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