Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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When Down Is Up and Up Is Down

When down is up and up is down

Grumbling and growling and gurgling up, 
My stomach had a story to tell,
And my head moaned and muttered a furious throb, 
As my body was visiting hell.

What had been a beautiful night on a whim, 
A let go, sit back and unwind,
Had become a night of clattering clinks, 
Ending in me magnificently stumbling blind.

At first it was cheers to a prosperous future, 
Then my shout at the wooden saloon.
And one became two became many and more, 
My passion was never immune.

And how I got home is a mystery still,
When all down’s up and every up’s down.
But it seems I get this regular hangover, 
When all of my mates meet down town.

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Daniel Turner January 30, 2017 at 11:08 PM I love this one, Lewis. Foggy memories:)

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri January 30, 2017 at 10:59 PM Hangover eh. Awesome flow and rhyming here. U described it in a fantastic humoured way , poor belly. Kudos. Nice to read from your pen again , I hope u will too my latest. And hapy new yr.