The Worst Morning After

The one time when I tried Southern Comfort
Was in a drinking game or something of the sort
I remember my right eye wouldn't open
My temples were pounding like a drum 

All I could see was red
So I reached for my head
Then I realized I had no hair
Reeling, I crawled for the mirror

When I found the bathroom, I grabbed the sink 
I pulled myself up to see letters in black ink
My forehead was throbbing so bad
I focused to read what it said 

I'm pretty sure I screamed something out loud 
It said "DRUNK ASS - YOU PASSED OUT'
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Undertaker Avatar
August 5, 2013 at 10:21 AM
great. Congrats on a great win. (:c Jenish
Dietrich Avatar
August 4, 2013 at 1:48 AM
I see you won. YES!!! Congratulations.
Hendricks Avatar
August 2, 2013 at 10:17 AM
Hahaha. I knew you'd win the contest with this gem. Congratulations, my friend. Licia :-)
Sefunmi Avatar
August 2, 2013 at 6:50 AM
This is fantastic! I enjoyed reading it.
Hamilton Avatar
August 2, 2013 at 4:26 AM
nights of youth lol super poem congrats on win Shadow smiles
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August 1, 2013 at 11:03 PM
Congrats... :-) SKAT
A   Avatar
August 1, 2013 at 9:58 PM
You rock Mitch,, congratulations in Susan's "Worst Morning After..." contest. take care. xox~ LINDA ....
Mitchell Avatar
July 30, 2013 at 5:52 AM
ah i stumbled across the competetion! nice one Mitch and good luck
Dietrich Avatar
July 26, 2013 at 12:11 AM
haha, I've heard about this kind of thing. ARe you just imagining or did this happen to you?
Madonsela Avatar
July 25, 2013 at 8:58 AM
Nice poem , best of luck for the contest. *smiles* Ron
Phillips Avatar
July 25, 2013 at 6:19 AM
A nice humorous poem. Good story for all those who would like to know what the after effect of having too much to drink is.
Hendricks Avatar
July 24, 2013 at 12:27 PM
Hahaha, you drunken sod, you!!! You must have felt like you'd been in a train crash. NIce one, MItch. If this is for the competition, good luck to you, my friend. PS - I think you'd enjoy my "On the rocks". Cheers, pal. Licia :-)
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