I know that I’ve posted these particular poems before, Gentle Reader, but in light of last night, they seemed appropriate. Excuse me while I nurse my hangover and slip into a soupbowl of coffee. Happy Post-Solstice!A Letter Dear Doctor and Mrs. Wiggenbottom: Thank you so much for the party! I hope all your guests had their fun- I know that young Julie DuBois did When she bedded your underaged son. The décor was perfectly charming, Or it was until Randy arrived (With his bevy of busty young beauties That he pays to appear by his side). I’m sorry that I broke your glasses, And that vase that your Aunt sent from France, And I’m sure Jim and I were such asses When we tried to make Eleanor dance. I know that your neighbours are vicious, And threatened to call in the cops – (It was Sue who burned holes in the carpet – What can you expect from a sot?) Now, you musn’t mind all the mess, dears, Or that stranger passed out on the trunk. Thanks for letting me sleep it off here, dears. Kisses and love! Signed, The Drunks A Love Song Covered in glory – A Primeval story Of Alcohol, dirt, and of shame. Hungover, quiet – “Last night was a riot!” She doesn’t remember his name. The sun’s shining bright, And the daughter of night Has covered her sins up in beer. No name means no fuss, So what’s to discuss? She’d been needing that lay for a year! So stumble away In the hard light of day: The dawn indiscretions will cure. Don’t worry yourself – You’re the picture of health! At this evening’s soiree you’ll be pure!
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