Hometown Alcoholic

Whisky Vandal

Dwight, the hometown alcoholic

in the pubs he does frolic

everyday of the week

his breathe of booze it does reek

he's there morning and night

always looking for a fight

think sobriety's shite

you'll never seem him with a Sprite

an old man, his hair white

he's shrinking now, losing height

his minds far from right

he's an awful tragic sight

poor old Dwight

or as I call him.. Dad

  • Author: Whisky Vandal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2017 15:24
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 55
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan
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  • Poetic Dan

    Rrrr Well done for braking my images with a bit of fun. Loved the rhyme in, real sailory voice in me head, even better when I made me stepdad walk the plank at the end.

    Really needed that thank you

  • Christina8

    Great write, I can relate to this too, my dad is a drunk and you've just captured the man so well.....Very well written. Thanks for sharing!

  • Syd

    I can very much related to this poem. Alcohol dependency has blighted my family. I hope you still have a relationship with your father. Take care - Syd



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