After an oceanic voyage once ashore
The earth may seem to slip away
If only for a moment. Soon the core
Of balance reasserts its easy sway.

In the fifties in my uni we
Would hold a yearly do to amuse
The faculty with filthy jokes and off key
Songs fuelled both by too much booze.

Afterwards, bikers hazardously tried,
To miss the staggerers. Two days later
You might see former revellers side
By side studying to please a bourgeois pater.

Not all stumbling leads to falling badly.
Sometimes chance fortuitously is involved
As after a marriage that had ended sadly
I stumbled on a woman who quickly solved
        My self-inflicted woes!