‘Drunk as a skunk’

He is as ‘Drunk as s skunk,’
as ‘Nissed as a pewt’
Watching him stagger along the road is giving me a hoot

One step forward & zig-zagging backwards for several paces
Haha hes tripping hiself up on his long, loosened shoe laces

What a mortal state, such a plastered plight
He will be lucky if he ever makes it in one piece home tonight

Goodness knows how much hes drank
I reckon a bucket load of booze
He resembles a sea rover pirate
Coz hes covered in tattoos

That must have been some bender
I bet hes seeing double
& If he has a wife at home
I can imagine there will be trouble

Hes shouting swearwords to the passerbys
Blaspheming unimaginable 
curses
Hes three sheets to the wind
He can’t move forward, he only reverses

Everyone is giving him a wide birth
Keeping well out of his way
There’s not a soul is listening to a single word he does say

Perhaps that’s just as well
Since hes calling them filthy names
Hes’s got hiself in such a pickle
Has he really got no shames

Well I’ve watched him long enough
I’m tired its late, I’m yawning
I’ve never seen anyone as rough
I bet his head will be sore in the morning