Friday, 28 January 2011

In Love With A Drunk

It hadn’t been his fault
He promised that he’d stop

But peer pressure continued
Until he faced a cop

“You can’t take off your trousers
in the street,” the policeman said

“I’m sorry, all I wanted
Was to go home to bed.”

He got out of the cell
Walked home with a headache

To find his wife had gone
to work, and left him
a slice of cake

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