Caution drunken poems
Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 6:16 pm
2 Poems I wrote in a very drunken state but figured I would share as bit of lightish humour in em both. Writing style and frame of mind might be a bit crude
first one I wrote in about half hour about 2am in a rather fine state joking with mate overseas about the woes of women and benefit of being single.
The Lonely Drinker
The blinds are all drawn so no light can get through
Its peaceful that way as no one can bother you
A life of isolation seems like a wonderful thing
Can do as you please as there's no binding ring
No nagging, no hassling just propped on the couch
Come home each day and just be your usual grouch
Grab the rum off the shelf and fix yourself a glass
back to the tv for a movie the world can kiss of my arse
Throw a thick slab of steak on the grill wait as it heats
To hell with cholesterol and your heart as long as it beats
Wolf down the steak then have a block of chocolate for dessert
What care do you have what you eat, your single it cant hurt
So as the night starts to ebb on and the drinks start to flow
The couch becomes more comfy, sleepyness starts to grow
In a slight drunken state you look around at the room in a mess
Think I will get that when I wake but for now stuff it I'll rest
You awake in the morn with a head that feels like its been battered
The glass you forgot to set down now lays on the floor totally shattered
Reconsidering that thought of being single and wether its worth finding a wife
Then thinking again no really Im free as it is and I dont need that strife.
This next one came from when I used to have a night where we would cook up american pork ribs and sit around drinking spirits and playing hunting games each tues and it became known as Redneck night.
Was about midnight last week I think when I wrote this one also in a fine state of intoxication haha.
Game Hunter
As I stalk through the scrub not making a sound
I creep up on my target swiftly covering ground
I find tracks in the ground that lead me on track
with this beast im tracking maybe I should head on back
I move over an outcrop of rocks take cover behind
I check the surroundings but my target I dont find
So I make my way to a rock face to try for more luck
With a new vantage point overseeing I hope for a good buck
Patiently waiting a great trophy an elk appears on the ridge
But god forbid my drinks empty I need to visit the fridge
Pausing the game now as I have to refill my drink
Would not want to run dry now thats not good I would think
So back to the game I play as I need to hunt that great prize
so as I sit and play then my bladder kicks in like it hasnt realized
So I make myself another trip then settle back with the gun
My loungeroom hunting nightmares are over so now lets have some fun
first one I wrote in about half hour about 2am in a rather fine state joking with mate overseas about the woes of women and benefit of being single.
The Lonely Drinker
The blinds are all drawn so no light can get through
Its peaceful that way as no one can bother you
A life of isolation seems like a wonderful thing
Can do as you please as there's no binding ring
No nagging, no hassling just propped on the couch
Come home each day and just be your usual grouch
Grab the rum off the shelf and fix yourself a glass
back to the tv for a movie the world can kiss of my arse
Throw a thick slab of steak on the grill wait as it heats
To hell with cholesterol and your heart as long as it beats
Wolf down the steak then have a block of chocolate for dessert
What care do you have what you eat, your single it cant hurt
So as the night starts to ebb on and the drinks start to flow
The couch becomes more comfy, sleepyness starts to grow
In a slight drunken state you look around at the room in a mess
Think I will get that when I wake but for now stuff it I'll rest
You awake in the morn with a head that feels like its been battered
The glass you forgot to set down now lays on the floor totally shattered
Reconsidering that thought of being single and wether its worth finding a wife
Then thinking again no really Im free as it is and I dont need that strife.
This next one came from when I used to have a night where we would cook up american pork ribs and sit around drinking spirits and playing hunting games each tues and it became known as Redneck night.
Was about midnight last week I think when I wrote this one also in a fine state of intoxication haha.
Game Hunter
As I stalk through the scrub not making a sound
I creep up on my target swiftly covering ground
I find tracks in the ground that lead me on track
with this beast im tracking maybe I should head on back
I move over an outcrop of rocks take cover behind
I check the surroundings but my target I dont find
So I make my way to a rock face to try for more luck
With a new vantage point overseeing I hope for a good buck
Patiently waiting a great trophy an elk appears on the ridge
But god forbid my drinks empty I need to visit the fridge
Pausing the game now as I have to refill my drink
Would not want to run dry now thats not good I would think
So back to the game I play as I need to hunt that great prize
so as I sit and play then my bladder kicks in like it hasnt realized
So I make myself another trip then settle back with the gun
My loungeroom hunting nightmares are over so now lets have some fun