Drinking

You are such a mad old cow!
That's what I began to scowl.
I'm angry and ticked off, I cannot think,
I'm off to the pub to buy me a drink.
One drink or two surely no more,
I was off my face by the time I had four.
I staggered out of that place,
You should have seen the look on my face.
I was so drunk I could hardly walk,
I am surprised I could even talk.
I called for a cab so I could go home,
I think tonight I'll be sleeping alone.
I crept back in at half past one,
Man tomorrow won't be much fun.
I'll have a hangover and an enraged wife,
She'll probably put an end to my life.
That was the poem of my worst day,
Any wonder why I turned gay.

The End.