The Morning After Poem
I Woke up in bed, with pain in my head
All from the night before
I came flooding back, with my pride still in tact
Things from the night before
Why Do I Do It To Myself? ? ?
I went for a wash, a swish and a swosh
feeling the night before
I'm remembering things, while my heads in sink
The embarrasing night before
with the 12 gins to blame, can't remember her name
we were all laughing the night before
it was only a game, she felt the same
The girl from the Night Before
poem by John Fell
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