I said I would have ‘just a couple’
Then it became ‘just a few’
Then someone brought shots to our table
And that’s pretty much when I knew…
So then I thought – may as well do it!
You’re only alive a short time
And then I got really into it
Now all I can taste is stale wine
My brain’s been replaced with a sponge
A wet one, with no use or purpose
My body is screaming for mercy
For goodness sake – even my hair hurts!
So please if you see me in future
DON’T offer me vodka or bubbles
I’m turning tea-total I tell you
This drinking lark gets me in trouble…..
POEM : THE HANGOVER