Woke up this morning
My hair a shocking pink
Tried to do my shirt up
With a rusty cuff link
My head is pounding
Like a big bass drum
While I laid there wondering
Where I had come from
I had been to a party
Just the night before
Now I was wondering
How I got out the door
All I can remember
Was the pounding beat
The shining lights rhythmitizing
With the dancing feet
(date written unknown)
Hold on... is this not completely normal? :) Fun poem indeed D, and well-penned at that. t x
Funny little piece. I just read your Bio...very impressive! ! From a Canadian friend! Hugs, Dee
As one who is unable to hold her drink I can emphasise with this poem, well observed David love Lynda xx
why is it we have those dumb hang overs and yet we still do it again and again. i do not drink they way i use to only one or two beers now and then. but this was a very fine write David.
This poem well and truly tickled my funny bone David. It reminds me of my morning mis-hap poem which is also funny.Cheers
Great to see a light-hearted approach to a poem, so often we write seriously, a breath of fresh air, Thankyou for shaing it Love duncan X
Then I would say you had a heck of a time, wish I was there LOLOL. A nice fun-loving poem, loved it David. A big (10) from me.--Melvina--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never again we cry... why do we always lie... like it david 9