> Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his...

> Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his Drinking
> Buddy, Mick.
>
> He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Brigid.
>
> He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their
> upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.
>
> As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around
> And he landed heavily on his rump.
>
> A whiskey bottle in each back pocket
> broke and made the landing especially painful.
>
> Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants, and
> looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut And
> bleeding.
>
> He managed to quietly find a full box of band-Aids And Began putting a
> Band-Aid as best he could d on each place he Saw Blood.
>
> He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and Shuffled And
> stumbled his way to bed.
>
> In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his Head And
> butt and Brigid staring at him from across the room.
>
> She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Paddy?"
>
> Paddy said, "Why would you say such a mean thing?"
>
> "Well," Brigid said, "it could be the open front door, it could be The
> broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, It could be the Drops of
> blood trailing through the house, It could be your Bloodshot Eyes, But
> mostly....... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror."
>
>