Police discovered a South Dakota man enjoying a solitary drink in a closed tavern.
When the bartender hollers out, “Last call!”
the establishment’s slated for closing.
Time for one more quick cocktail, but that’s all –
grab your coat, pay whatever one’s owing.
But one fellow did not heed the warning;
he was found in a bar as the sun rose.
Beer in hand is how he welcomed morning.
How’d he get back inside? Seems no one knows.
Maybe life felt to him like a rat race;
he just needed a time-out, I’m thinking.
A stiff drink eased the tension – in that case,
I’ll have one of whatever he’s drinking.