More of the Same!

An autumn moon shone clear and bright
the air around was 'crisp' and light
as drunken soul from pub 'took flight'
   ...and staggering down the road he came!

“Eleven o’clock!” the church bells sang
the drunkards head with every clang
exploded with a mighty bang!
   ...with no-one but himself to blame!

Protesting to the heavens above
his words portrayed no sense of love
nor were they handled with ‘kid-glove’
   ...words leaping forth like rampant flame!

And cursing all who sprang to mind
with skin as thick as old cheese rind
and baring his large pink behind
   ...‘Mooned’ at the sky and showed no shame!

Once at his door; fought with his key
the hole not where it used to be
complaining;  kicked the waiting tree
   ...the youthful growth became 'fair game'!

Like sack of spuds onto the ground
a throbbing toe his woes compound
his throbbing head fair 'spinning round'  
 ...the door a perfect picture frame!

The autumn sun shone bright next morn

awaking soul who there unshorn

lay wishing he had not been born

   ...returned inside for more of the same!