All the fun of a Sunday Afternoon

All of this is completely true...

Although memories of events were significantly blurred,

They knew some notable occurrences occurred.

The following day it did not seem to matter,

They’d prefer to feel human than have fuel for their chatter.

But they did what they did and would now spend a day,

In a body that hates them in more than one way,

Not just the intensity of their physical pain,

But the hangover guilt that’s plaguing the brain.

In an attempt to distract them from their current condition,

They thought of the previous night of attrition.

One by one, memories were recalled,

Some were welcome, others appalled.

Without going into it in too much detail,

Here’s what their memories would start to unveil;

There was projectile vomiting in the direction of strangers,

The theft of a cushion, which brought its own dangers.

The cushion was smuggled into the next venue,

Where random hugging of strangers seemed to be on the menu.

When they finally decided the night was complete,

One made a friend who lived on the street,

After an hour of chatting about the guys plight,

He was invited for dinner on Monday night.

They finally managed to get through the door,

At somewhere approaching half past four,

You’d think that’d be a good time for bed,

But the xbox was on so they played that instead.

So as they sat with their heads feeling like they had split,

They’d come to agree that they all deserved it.


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