At The Meeting Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

At The Meeting
At the meeting, I was trying to find a horrific tale something
bad I had done when drunk I wanted to get off my chest but
I could not remember anything other than when ten a puppy dog
on the window sill lost its balance and fell into the yard
it wasn`t hurt, but I did feel bad.
So I told the story as it had happened forty years in the future
I legless has pushed the dog out of the window and raped my granny.
Ok, rape can happen but to kill a dog that way was heinous
A few others told their story they could not match mine I had
won hands down, later we drank tea and ate biscuits, and we walked
home feeling in a mellow mood.