Drunk Again Poem by Phil Soar

I forgave the way she looked at me
When I came home last night
I looked like quite a zombie
And that gave her quite a fright
One too many tots of gin
And several shots of rum
My mind a mix of spirits
My nose looked like a plum

And so I spoke in riddles
When I explained where I'd been
Slurring every noun and verb
And looking very green
She told me to lie down a while
As she tucked me up in bed
And when I woke next afternoon
She'd packed her bags fled