Drunk and Lyrical

Fathers have often found poetry in alcohol. So,

A fortunate young man of Bray
Enjoyed his Irish too much on one day
But the judge set free
The father-to-be
Insisting he not again stray.

[and]

There once was a father and son
Who thought making bombs and drink fun
When the Feds came looking for drugs
The two met the officers with shrugs
But their neighbors knew a crime had been done.

[also]

A father and child took to drink
Alas, they first did not think
A sotted underage son
Even one having fun
Is a crime when police smell the stink.

Unfortunately, while it may make them more interested in a gambolic verse or two, fathers (or anyone) rarely find good poetry at the bottom of a bottle.