SOBRIETYOh what a delight,
To take flight.
In the middle of the night,
Where no mosquitoes, Stop to bite.
Until it's time for daylight,
While the wind blows, It's only right.
To go outside, to fly a kite.
If only I had foresight,
Home made whiskey made me a little tight.
Then again that was my only blight,
My brethren did go quiet;
When I asked them, For a light.
I must have looked a sight,
I never expected to ignite.
On my tombstone my wife had them write;
Here lies a drunkard, Who on all hallows night,
Blew up like dynamite.
No consideration for me or the kids;
He could have waited; Till bonfire night.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-10-10 at 01:08
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