A Wino's Parody

Wyndham and wine; whirlybird wings.

Capped in the clouds; Giant Frost Kings.

Swords of bronze, tipped with tears.

Gangsters in time, Spinster, Minster, and fears.

Dream world obscured, confusing in drink.

I can not wake up; nose pickled and pink.

Give me a nudge or a kick in the head.

Check my pulse, for I may be dead.

Nope! Not this time, for there stands my wife.

But maybe not for long, she's carrying a knife.

“Get up you lazy oaf!” She shouts in my ear.

My pain magnified, so I grunt, “Yes dear.”

I stagger to my feet; what a pitiful sight.

I long for tomorrow, and another comatose night.

Wyndham and wine; whirlybird wings ...