Morning After
Got in a bit of bother last night
You’re forgiven for thinking my plight
Was the result of violence
That would make better sense
But I was merely arm-wrestling
With a tender bar nestling
Beside my potato place
Where I woke with sour face
Brain bruises rid me to bed
And blossom in purple and red.
21st May, 2016
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