The Morning After
Last night we had a great night out at Jax in Huddersfield. This was one of our best ever restaurant experiences. Great food, an exceptional waiter/host, superb live music and plenty to drink. The drink bit leads me to today’s poem. I am now of an age when a good night out writes off the next day. Like everyone I always say “never again”. Well once again, when I woke up this morning, I uttered those very words. This time I am going to stick to it... well until the next time, which is tomorrow night!!!
The Morning After
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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