The Morning After
When I awoke this morning
It was almost yesterday
Though it could have been tomorrow
I just really couldn't say.
My head was facing back to front
My nose seemed upside down
My eyebrows stuck together
In an imbecilic frown.
My legs had all the feeling
You'd expect from frozen peas
Which was further complicated
By the loss of both my knees.
And when I tried to focus
On a point in time and space
My eyes just fled their sockets
At a most alarming pace.
Now what had caused this crisis
Which had left me all but dead
Screwing up my faculties
And messing up my head?
Fourteen pints of Real Ale
Might well provide a clue
Especially when they're followed
By some Double Whiskies too.
I don't suppose the Curry
Will have helped an awful lot
I can't remember what it was
But it was Bloody hot!
I closed my eyes against the light
To block out all the pain
And prayed for equilibrium
So I could try again.
I felt quite dehydrated
So I crawled off to the sink
To fill myself with H2o
Simplicity you'd think.
But my attempts to hold the glass
Were clearly bound to fail
My body shook from head to foot
Way off the Richter Scale.
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poem by Owain Glyn
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