Paddy staggered home one night <br />Been drinking out with Mick <br />He knew that making noises might <br />Wake his wife real quick <br /> <br />So he got his shoes undone <br />And left them on the stair <br />Then he tiptoed and begun <br />Climbing up with care <br /> <br />But he tripped and swivelled fell <br />Landing on his Butt <br />Broke his bottles, did not yell <br />He kept his big mouth shut <br /> <br />Problem was the broken glass <br />Landed under him <br />Then he felt his bleeding ass <br />‘Twas feeling pretty grim <br /> <br />He dropped his pants trying not to fall <br />He checked to see the hurt <br />In the mirror of the hall <br />By lifting up his shirt <br /> <br />He opened up the Band Aid box <br />Stuck plasters to the wound <br />Then he climbed up in his socks <br />Went to bed and swooned <br /> <br />In the morning Paddy felt <br />Sore both head and tail <br />Saying nowt of how he smelt <br />And looking wan and pale <br /> <br />His wife said, “You were drinking Pat <br />So don’t you try denying.” <br />“How can you say a thing like that <br />Where could you have been prying? ” <br /> <br />“Well maybe it was broken glass <br />Scattered on the floor <br />Or the bloodstains on your ass <br />Your bleeding eyes, what’s more <br /> <br />And I can see you’ve had a fall <br />But Band Aids that you placed <br />On the mirror in the hall <br />Tell me that you’re shit-faced! ” <br /> <br />Chris Higginson <br />2nd Provocative Verse<br /><br />Christopher Higginson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paddy-and-mick-were-drinking/
