PERILS OF DRINK

Propped against the bar he couldn't see straight 
The clock on the wall showed it to be very late
A whistling barman now at the end of his shift
Asked if his final customer was okay for a lift

The man against the bar nodded he was okay 
Got up rather quickly as his body started to sway
A cold night rain hit him as the taxi lights shone
All human life he thought disappeared and gone 

He somehow made it home on that winter's night
Guided I'm sure by the glare of the taxi light 
Crashed on his settee he started to moan 
Head was spinning and soaked to the bone

This man would be worse for wear in the morn
Cursing that he wished that he'd never been born
The perils of drink are so evident then to see 
Better to stay at home with a biscuit and tea