Two Sheets To The Wind: An Original Irish Poem

Two Sheets To The Wind

And my liver's a mess,

half out of my mind-

half out of my dress.

Two Sheets To The Wind

my face in the gutter,

my memory awash-

it melted like butter.

Two Sheets To The Wind,

a dilema of drink,

should the wine that I choose,

be white, red or pink.

Two sheets To The Wind,

and I've chosen my wine,

no time to find glasses,

this swill is devine.

Two Sheets To The Wind

oh, B'gosh and B'gorrah,

where is the bar keep-

It is time to drink morra

Two Sheets To The Wind,

let us a drink a toast,

for the Guiness today,

is what I drink the most.

Two Sheets To The Wind

and my gait it does stutter,

and all that I meet,

under their breath do they mutter.

Two Sheets To The Wind

who is that old drunk?

is it someone I knew?

or is it just some young punk?

Two Sheets To The Wind,

my brains in a fog,

perhaps it is time,

for a hair of the dog.

Two Sheets To The Wind,

my story is done,

it's time for a drink-

it's time for some fun.

Colleen A. Kelley © 2000 (As printed in the Irish-American Times Newsletter)