The Hangover Poem by alan brown

I woke up in the morning
With a head that's not really mine
As this one hurts and throbs
While mine felt quite sublime
I look into the mirror
And see a twisted face
I know that that one cannot be mine
Someone must have taken my place
I open my quivering mouth
To reveal a green encrusted tongue
But I know it couldn't ne mine
As mines as sweet as plums
I sit down at the table
And ponder for a while
And when I really think about the face in the mirror
I know it must be mine