The morning after
The mind’s a fog
Bleary bulging eyes
Battling through smog
Incapable of anything, far too weak
Mumbling and muttering
Can’t get words out
Incapable of palpable speak
Stomach churning
Must start learning
Must be more discerning
Start refusing any more boozing
Start remembering the last time
On drinking too much wine
I committed to refrain
From over indulging ever again.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Last night we went out to dinner to celebrate two of our friends 60th birthday. I had to be up early this morning to coach my girls’ football team. Felt a little under the weather to say the least!
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
my life....wow.
You obviously had a good time in that celebration. Running ten times around the football pitch would have cleared your head!
*Shouts* CCOOEEEEE!!!!!That woke ya up?! lol. A fine write and party RB.
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