My Drunken Pen

Oh,no!not again,my book is in a mess.vomits of inks all over my notes. My pen is drunk again.Stench!,stench of vomits everywhere.As it wobbles from line one to line four...No!no matter what I must finish this piece,so that I can have peace.I`m writing a Sedoka to a wonderful damsel and.... the ground is spinning,I`m feeling very dizzy; Hiccups.....hic...cups this is frustrating,oh! it`s not me,it`s my pen....then I travel to the world of extreme bliss where I`m married to a princess in a golden castle.... with plenty cattle...the sky is blue as the flowers bloom and the stars are sparkling;Oh,yes!I`ve been here before~the apex of glory... cool cosy water fall touching my head....De ja vu ~~de ja vu....inks dripping on my feet...Ha!my pen~~I jerk back to life....thick inks flow out of my drunken pen forming a sea of water on my notes.Oh!smell of whisky fills the air.......my Sedoka is ruin.Ha!my princess in the Ca.. cas..tle..;Wha..t an illusion..Staggering..waggling...rambling, my pen moves along.........