Drunk

Went to the gin mill today,
On the way home
I lost my way,
Came home late,
Wife asked:
'Where did you stay?'
Said I:
'Had to work late today.'
'You're drunk',
She cried out loud
And with all my possessions
She threw me out.
Went back to the gin mill
To drink some more
And now I sleep in front
Of my former home's door.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz