Hungover

Arrggh…   oohhhhh…

Oh shit, what’s the time?

Pleeeease tell me it’s not yet 9,

Oh … thank god, it’s 8.15… why did I drink so much wine?

 

Water, where’s the water?

Ohhh that feels so good

Shame it’s not ice cold really

As any good water should

 

Paracetemol – next port of call,

To aid my throbbing head

Thank God last night, I had the good foresight

To leave some by my bed

 

Coffee next, the wonder drug

For moments such as this

Then a Pepsi, or something fizzy

And try to force a small sandwich

 

What would life be without coffee,

Water and paracetemol?

To tackle the days, when you know and say

“Why did I do it again?”