What a Night...
I woke up this morning in the kitchen and not really sure who I was,
Tid-Bits and flashes from last night are now making my head buzz;
Did I fall into a wormhole or get abducted by a UFO,
With the pounding pain inside my skull, right now I just don’t know;
I vaguely remember Rosie complaining about the night,
And who were those Vacuum Salesmen, they didn’t get an invite;
My insomnia must have been cured by drinking that nuclear waste,
I’ll use a Listerine soaked tissue to freshen up, what happened to my toothpaste;
As I venture to the bedroom I spot Hammond in his Spandex boxer shorts,
I hate to wake him up but right now I need a report;
My living room is up in shreds, did I host a Rock Convention,
The things I found upon my floor I’m not going to mention;
Did Dire Straits have a concert in my house while I was out,
So much for wine and dine, I’m fixing to start to shout;
I discovered lunar craters in what used to be my yard,
The fire my friends didn’t put out left my folding chairs all charred;
Well I’m off to take some medicine and start drifting back to sleep,
I’ve never had a gig like that and fixing up won’t be cheap!
~4th Place in the "Wacky Weekend Challenge(Remembering Tom)"Contest by Catie Lindsey~
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010
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