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The Drunkard

Poetry By: joy Milton

Erotic Humorous

Submitted:Jul 8, 2007    Reads: 310    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Late night he came out

It was time to close the bar

It was peak of summers

The wine produced heat

He collected his strength

Walked with shaking body

He tried to look straight

Stepped left, right and front

He reached a swimming pool

Requested coach to allow swimming

He stood in attention position

The coach gave his permission

He came near the pool

Was about to jump inside

The coach pulled him away

"Behave you," he shouted

"First wear this swimming costume

Protection is compulsory in new pools

Then climb to the diving board

Dive in the middle, reach the depth of pool"

He dressed hastily and moved forward

The mask created a mist before his eyes

He stepped Up Dn Lf Rt around the stairs

He suffocated, vomited and fell unconscious


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