31 may 2015 THE GEM
“A Drunkard accuses a Drunkard…
A sot became extremely drunk – his legs
And head sank listless, weighed by wine’s thick dregs.
A sober neighbour put him in a sack
And took him homewards hoisted on his back.
Another drunk went stumbling by the first,
Who woke and stuck his head outside and cursed.
“Hey, you, you lousy dipsomaniac,”
He yelled as he was borne off in the sack,
“If you’d had fewer drinks, just two or three,
You would be walking now as well as me.”