THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND - Poem
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND
(Copyright 2017, by Dave Kiffer)
One of my father's sayings,
Always used to describe
Someone else, who was
Having trouble getting around
Someone who imbibed
Immoderately, another phrase
That Dad would pull out
With the ease of a magician
As if he was flourishing
The other guy’s weakness
For all of us to admire,
A drunk rabbit from a hat
Dad was very rarely
Three sheets to the wind
A highly functional drunk
Who consumed more
In a day, than most men
Did in a week, a serious
Drinker who called New
Year's Eve "amateur night"
But what is "three sheets?"
Something about a bed?
The more sheets you need
The drunker you are?
Is it something we
Measure in thread count?
As if it could lead to
A much softer fall?
No, it's about sailing,
That wonderous gust
When your life rises
On step and flies
Or so it seems when
You are three sheets,
Either to the wind
Or simply your breath
But the sheets are
Not sails to luff
In the alcoholic chaos
Of the last, last call
The sheets are ropes
To hold the sails fast
To keep you from flopping
About in the roiling wind
Three Sheets to the Wind
Is that stage where you
Would grasp for help, if only
You knew where it was
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