Worst Morning After
Not ever having gotten drunk before,
I drank tequila; then I drank some more.
The night got shorter. Wasted, then I saw
A tall dark cowboy stride into the bar.
The drinks kept flowing as he hit on me,
And now I have this vaguest memory. . .
I got up on the counter in high heels.
I think I’ve learned how Jimmy Buffet feels!
I think I did the can-can till I fell.
Both head and tail of mine now feel like hell.
And though I’m used to waking up with dread,
No dread compares to what lies in my bed!!
A smelly guy who now I have discovered
must use false teeth, for here they sit uncovered!
Worst morning after; now I’m feeling ill.
Where can I find a morning after pill?
(Hope everyone realizes this is pure fiction. LOL)
For Black Eyed Susan's The Worst Morning After
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