March Madness Poem by Charles Hancock

March Madness



Sitting near the candelabra
Sipping on a cup of sumatra
Praying that this hot caffeine
Will be my hangover vaccine

Light filters through the curtain
Ever feeling better again is uncertain
Thoughts of my night are disturbing
Still tasting the Jim Beam bourbon

It started out with wings and drinks
At a sports bar called High Jinks
Someone suggested we get shots
Not one or two, but lots and lots

Never again; not by a long sight
Would I want to relive last night
Don't know who won the game
And nobody but myself to blame

Seem to remember a thwack
At that point, all went black
March Madness is just that
Woke up on the bath mat

Saturday, March 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sports
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 29 March 2014

Haha! I remember all too many of those mornings! Humorous and witty! Nicely done!

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