A Drunkard's Tale

Just beyond dawn,

two past St. Patty's day,

feeling ruddy indeed,

I traveled up that way.

My wifey was asleep

that nag of a hen.

I snuck out without a peep

with ol' ale in hand.

I crossed the roads

that twine between town.

The ale loosening my load

I was light in the crown.

When there she stood

as pretty as I say.

In a violet velvet hood

shinin' like the day.

So, I offered my ale to

this beauty of a queen

to show my manners.

Ya know what I mean.

She turned up the drink

and eventually her skirt.

Such a sweet little stink

to love to you hurt.

Returned home with a smile

with a secret a holdin',

but when ya talk in ya sleep

Ya wake to a scoldin'.