Eccentric shaped moon, <br />humid cold air stirs, <br />night is falling, <br />I heard somebody howling, <br />on a verdant lawn, <br />a burly yet handsome man I see <br />somnolent teary <br />eyes has he, <br />imbibing liquor <br />till evening breaks free. <br />went home drunken <br />at dawn, <br />he rushed into be <br />austere cold <br />made him quiver. <br />he made himself little, <br />on a cozy c blanket he hid <br />with curled up toes, <br />both eyes tightly closed. <br />I could spell the tune of innocent secrets! <br />somehow, the wine <br />consoled him, <br />the sun was up <br />he doesn't get up <br />bot hands on his lap. <br />till hung-over <br />sets him up.<br /><br />Cyrus Diaz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drunk-26/
