Had a good night, what I remember of it.
Problem is, I've now got derelict legs.
People stare at me strangely and ask
Why are you on your hands and knees?
I don’t care, but I explain anyway, I’ve
had derelict legs since I left the pub.
My walking legs left me somewhere
along the way, though it’s great down here
I can only topple over better than falling,face down
maybe I’ll get my walking legs back meantime
these derelict legs propel me onwards
Back to where I lost my walking legs, bright glow
at eye level, not very high when you’re on hands
and knees, push shove the pub door open, willing
hands heave me up, propel me towards the bar,
five drinks onwards I've found my walking legs, but
I daresay tomorrow I’ll once again have derelict legs
