Whiskey and wailing.

I met a traveller in the pub
Who said: the one true god was a woman.
I think it was the whiskey-
Every sentence ends with his eyes to the sky.

He said: A man like myself-
A gallant soldier-
Too scared to go home-
Because it was me that made the missus angry.
What do I do next?
I drink whiskey and stay out past midnight.
Which is another offense altogether.

He begins to sob
"Sir!" I say
"I am sorry but you can't stay.
The bar is closed."

He said: listen lad
Whatever you do, keep your missus happy
And you will know peace.