Waking Mark II
This poem was written in response to my last one by Mac's Niece of Caged Minutes
and left for me as a comment, however I feel it deserves front page exposure!
I woke today with headache:
The vodka had pursued!
No caffeine to stimulate me,
No contemplation of food!
I dream of tripe and onions,
Where lingering smells reside,
And swim in digestive bliss
with thoughts of two eggs fried.
But empty are all cupboards,
And absent are any remains.
I woke today with headache,
and grumbly stomach pains.
This poem was written in response to my last one by Mac's Niece of Caged Minutes
and left for me as a comment, however I feel it deserves front page exposure!
I woke today with headache:
The vodka had pursued!
No caffeine to stimulate me,
No contemplation of food!
I dream of tripe and onions,
Where lingering smells reside,
And swim in digestive bliss
with thoughts of two eggs fried.
But empty are all cupboards,
And absent are any remains.
I woke today with headache,
and grumbly stomach pains.
Favourite line,
ReplyDelete'with thoughts of two eggs fried!'
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