I was born at an early age, two or three I think,
all I did at that age was dribble and make a stink.
They sent me off to school my spirits slowly sunk,
teacher turned his back one day so I did a crafty bunk,
When I reached my teen-age, of ale I took a drink,
used to roll home roaring drunk and pee into the sink.
at last when I got married, life carried on it's course,
Blamed the milkman for my kids and got a quick divorce.
Begging on the streets I tried to buy a bottle of booze,
made enough to buy a car and round the world a cruise.
But life got hard as I grew old, living upon the street,
drinking spirits with little food, told me I was beat.
Reaching the end of a wasted life I wasn't feeling grand,
then to my ears came the music of a Sally Army band.
Shuffling along behind them we arrived at The Citadel,
warmed up with soup and bread, saved from a living hell.
Kept on the straight and narrow away from demon drink,
having reached the age of ninety all I do is dribble and stink.
A contest entry
- Make Me Laugh by quantumsurveyor.
2000 points, ended June 23, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What you fink of my rubbish then?
Comments
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This was one of the funniest poems, sadly, because of the rules about the title, it can't be considered for a trophy. It made laugh out loud.
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I loved it
I enjoyed how the poem came full circle... telling the story of this poor mans life.....
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Thanks for entering my contest. Sorry but I can't consider yr poem at the moment because it needs the title to be one of the prompts. Please change accordingly for me and you will be in the running. Thanks again.
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Couldn't fink of nuffin else and even if I was in the running I'd have to walk.
Never mind eh!
Hope you are feeling well today.
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