The Hangover
The day starts with a moan,
When that alarm rings in your ears...
Your eyes feel like sandpaper,
As that rising sun appears...
You crawl beneath the sheets,
To savour one more minute...
But you know you've got to face the world,
And all the many people in it...
You slide right out of bed,
Crawling along the ground at first...
Then quickly find your feet,
As your bladder’s about to burst...
It’s the hundred yard dash,
To that porcelain seat next door...
Only to find yourself,
Collapsing to the floor...
You've had a big blood rush,
And now you’re feeling pale...
It must have been something that you ate,
It couldn't have been that ale...
You assume the yoga position,
With both arms wrapped real tight...
Grabbing that old toilet,
As you yodel with all your might...
Feeling a little better,
You drag yourself into the shower...
You feel a bit like superman,
When the kryptonite took his power...
It seems like time stood still,
As you lay there in heap...
The water doing wonders,
As you nearly fall asleep...
Then you get a second wind,
And you manage to get dressed...
Although you’re not real flash,
You feel that you were blessed...
Now just to eat a little breakfast,
Was the next challenge to endure...
Maybe some bacon and eggs,
Could that really be the cure...
So you scoffed the whole lot down,
And to satisfy your thirst...
You have a strong black coffee,
It wasn't to be your first...
Then to top off your morning ritual,
A berroca and some aspro clear...
Now you’re ready to face the world,
After a big night on the beer...
The good thing about a hangover,
It may only last a day...
24 of hours of pain and suffering...
And then you’re on your way...
Len Newey 2012