Patrick O'Keefe had been drinking all night,it was the final round.

He stood up,but fell flat on his face while homeward bound.

He crawled outside to get some fresh air,

Again fell flat on his face,it gave him a scare.

He pulled himself together and crawled the four blocks to his flat,

Stood up to put the key in the door and fell flat on the mat.

He quietly crawled up the stairs tryng to be diplomatic,

His wife was in bed so he slept in the atic.

She woke up in the morning and gave him some grief.

"You were drunk again last night Mr O'Keefe !"

"What makes you think that?",he said with a smile on his face .

"You left your wheelchair in the pub,you NUT CASE !."