Limerick - All Is Lost
Lost: life's treasure.
His wife's beauty was fantastic,
Her cooking left no need to roam.
She sang songs just so romantic,
Yet with sad tears he did panic
He couldn't recall the way home.
The tipped over jug....
My grandfather used to tell the story of a drunken man in the gutter who couldn't get up.
Beside him, but out of reach, was his whiskey jug with the whiskey running out.
As the whiskey ran out it made a gurgling sound, "glug, glug, glug....glug" to which its drunken owner replied, "Good? Good? I know you're good, but I can't get at ya!"
Sometimes we panic and our mind draws a blank, reason and memory have departed. Only our panic and our confusion are left.
Such is the sad tale of the husband in this limerick.