“Please. Just one beer,” he begged at the door.
“Nope. Not allowed,” the bouncer replied.
He rode away, wobbling to and fro.
Front tire turned.
A sudden stop.
Up and over he went.
Here's the additional 33 words:
Upon the curb he sat
World spinning ‘round
Scratching his bleeding head
“What just happened?”
Bleary eyes failed to see
The crimson stream.
Struggled to his feet
Whomp, whomp, whomp
Bumpy ride home.
Any concrit is welcome!