Alcoholic Anonymous

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

To be Captain Haddock, it would be so much fun

Happy go lucky and tottering along

Falling dead drunk, after a rummy run

 

Or exult with a ‘hic hic hurray’

Much like the lovable ‘Kesto’

Eyes crossed, knees wobbling,

Yet clutching the bottle with all gusto

 

Like a Viking who’s lost the war

After refusing to accept his age

One too many of a drink

And was ready to go again on a rampage

 

Seeing windmills everywhere

When there was actually none

Like a Quixote, brandishing his blunt blade

Oh, wouldn’t that be a hell of fun?

 

Or a nameless drunkard on the streets

With not a care in the world

Thinking he’s flying when he drags his feet

Yet dreams of heaven, lying alone and curled

 

Just coz someone told me to write poems

Why should I be writing all this silly stuff?

When I can be merrily swaying after a few stiff swigs

And roll off to sleep with the bottle tied to my cuff