Vine Indulgence
My eyes are all bleary,
And my world is quite dreary,
Of my head I’m quite weary
No memories come clearly
Past night must have been hairy
My mind was stolen by a fairy
My brain was turned into dairy
And my face now looks all scary
But the fault must all be mine,
For thinking myself divine,
When drinking that much wine
You must mind the demon vine.
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