There once was a man called Tyler Brown,
Who stood up to his problems by lying down,
For drink was the Demon he regularly sort,
A Story enshrined in many a Court.
From Morning to Night he prayed at the Bar,
To ‘Gordon’s’ and ‘Hennessy’ for the Idols they are,
For life looks Rosie at the bottom of the Glass,
A Bacchanalian feast that he’ll drink to the last.
He’ll be bending his arm with Shot after Shot,
Now the ‘Teenage Dreams’ are distant, forgot,
To haunt the stool by the Mahogany Bar,
And never stray or wander afar.
He’ll be heard at times through the early hours,
His wailing song the Street devours,
To the friendless home and revolving bed,
The Calliope Swirl within the head.
A troubled Night that’s filled with pain,
Keith Moon on drums inside the brain,
To the Morning draught, that ‘Pick Me Up’,
The devil’s brew within the cup.
So what Moral stands in Tyler Brown,
The Gossips darling about the town?
Well the prickly answer is plain to see;
Immerse your days in cups of Tea.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As The Rutles said ‘Make Tea Not War’.
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A lovely tale of the daily jaunt of a alcoholic with a nice ending, but to have Keith Moon playing drums in your head just goes to show you are in a bad way ( it is a great line), really enjoyed the read.
Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.
You are very welcome
Quite the stark contrast between his choices and a more serene alternative. But recovery isn’t ever easy. Superbly moving poem 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
Thank you.
Loved the poetic inventiveness and playfulness with the language in this poem. A fun story with a point that is told well in rhyme. For its poetic use of language it deserves a fave
Thank you, and for the Fave.
A fun story about Tyler Brown and the demon drink. Loved the Keith Moon mention. Now he was something else. I knew his mother. Such a quiet soul. Enjoyed the write Kevin.
Thank you. Yes he was a One-Off was Keith. And you knew his Mother, Wow. I remember meeting Cosy Powell back in the 70s, another loss.
Glad you liked it.
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