The banging of my head
As I lay here in my bed
Signals it was a good night
However this is despite
Not really remembering
The finer details surrounding
What got me to this point
I’m hoping I didn’t disappoint
My wife with my behaviour
Toast and tea my saviour
When I poured into the house
Failing to be as quiet as a mouse
This was a not again night
Where next time I might
Show a little more self control
To drink a lot less my goal.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2018 09:18
- Comment from author about the poem: For someone who is only an occasional drinker this has been quite a week. Unlike earlier in the week, a dinner last night in Manchester, culminated in the hangovers of all hangovers this morning.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Oohh it's carpet slippers and Horlicks for me - or Ovaltine! lol.
OMG I don't miss the hangovers of yesterday. I've been sober many years now.
Really like your style of writing Retired Bloke. Keep on doing it.
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