Two in the morning, he called. He was tight.
"I'm on the way home."... "All right...
So you realize home is the best."
"Not really... so give it a rest...
It's the only place open this time of night, "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Red Skelton was the best! (Or is that Clem Cadiddlehopper?)
this is his " Guzzler's Gin" routine a sweet man