Because I've Died Peacefully Enough
A pint of Scruttock's in my hand
no balance in my feet
I bruise my buttocks when I land
Upon my copious seat
And, worse than that, I've spilt my beer
Across the kitchen floor
And, though I'd lick it up, I fear
I'd just fall down some more
I fetch myself another can
Crawling on hands and knees
And visions of Afghanistan
Buzz in my head like bees
And visions of the Nether Sky
Obscure the fridge from me
I close a rather bloodshot eye
And count from two to three
How odd! The fridge is over there!
Its door is swinging wide;
I wonder if there's one more beer
To cur my doggone hide
Alas, I find my waiting brew!
Inebriated I!
That's one for me and none for you
(The walls all spiral by.)
I'm drunk! I'm drunk! Oh-MY!
Contributors: | Apsley, Anon., fester, dkb, Roland, Stacy Alexander, Carl Marks, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 24th December 2002. |