A BITTER TASTE
By Peter Woodgate
I look at the barmaid through an
empty glass
As the last drop of liquid slides
down my throat
I fumble through pockets each side
of my jeans
Finding them empty I turn to my
coat.
I manage a smile as I find some
loose change
And thumping the glass down I ask
for another,
She gives me a smile and replies
with the words
“You’ve had enough darling, go
home to your mother”
Everyone knows that I’ve had a
big row
My wife’s kicked me out and I’ve
gone home to mum
All I have left is to visit the pub
And drown all my sorrows, one
after one.
But hang on a moment, that girl in
the corner,
She’s wearing a blouse with pink
and white lace
I stumble toward her, my luck may
be in,
It’s then that I trip and fall
flat on my face.
So to all those poor fellows who
know what it’s like
To feel so dejected, their lives
full of woe
Don’t bother with women, they just
give you grief,
Stick to the booze, but drink nice
and slow.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
I like it but would modify two lines:
ReplyDeleteWife's kicked me out so I've gone home to mother
So I'm drowning my sorrows one after another
nice one Pete...
You could be right Len but I didn't want to use Mother twice and also he was a fair bit sloshed. One after one is a bit dodgy but he was a bit sloshed. Just a bit of fun,
ReplyDeleteThe drunkards lament - nice one Peter.
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