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Hangover - The Aftermath

waking up was an effort
a struggle of the senses
with a reach to my phone
I found it was mid afternoon
I thought what the hell?

next to me was a glass
clouded and half full
like my memory,
I stretched my thoughts
but only flashes and
glimpses came back to me

it had started well,
quiet drinks
bourbon and Cowgirls,
then Father O’Leary’s
with a dash
of Green Ginger wine
Tia Maria was there somewhere
and it all crept up and bit my ass
erasing parts of the night

easing off the mattress
the room swam to tilt,
I edged back onto the bed,
this would not come easy
I was still drunk

resting my head
I grasped the panadol,
I needed water
none was to be had,
biting the bullet
I stood again
swaying and grabbing
at a chest of draws
before I stumbled
to the bathroom

my stomach lurched
and my throat gagged
the fun was coming back
to haunt me,
minutes later tinged green
armed with water
I returned to my bed

laying there I hoped
my memory would return
and with a hangover like this?
I thought it better have been
a good night

from what I have been told?

rambunctious was the times
with good music and great minds

so damn the consequences
I'll be drinking again

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or at least not for awhile!" [That's what I used to say].
I would bet that you had a good time. A hangover like the one that you write about, generally doesn't come to be without a little bit of fun. Every once in awhile, I still go out and get futzed. Only about once or twice a year, but I wake up with my eye hanging out, and my stomach feeling like there's a washing-machine in it. With a little bit of poking around in all the participants' memories, I can more or less piece together the events from the previous ten or so hours. LOL. I loved the descriptive way you told about the trek to the bathroom and back to bed. " I stood again.
Swaying and grabbing at a chest of draws,
before I stumbled to the bathroom"

I've had a few of those battles with dressers myself.
Very entertaining! I guess we all love to see or hear about
someone else's hangovers. We know that it will pass
and it just seems so damn funny for some reason. Loved it, and higgest bugs and love to you. ~ Gee

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Ha ha - That's so funny and true!

"..but I wake up with my eye hanging out, and my stomach feeling like there's a washing-machine in it..."

Mand xxx

I had a blast this was only last week, took me a couple of days to come good to be honest I left like dog shit lol not that I know what that feels like but I can imagine it :D

I don't drink very often but when I do I always plan to have a 'few' drinks and I always end up in a mess, I had a bad hangover last week I thought I was dying hahahaha

So very glad you liked my 'experience' LMAO

higgliest bugs love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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We is going to have words with you about your friends.
You know these Cowgirls lead you astray.
Now the damn priest has joined the sway
As to a redhead going green stupider things I have seen.
Now you blame Our mother mary
Be off with you now and play with the fairies..

It brings a bad sight to these old eyes of you there green and sleep ridden, great write but take more water with it,
Yours Ian.x

bourbon and Cowgirls,
then Father O’Leary’s
with a dash
of Green Ginger wine
Tia Maria

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

LMAO, I was green and all different shades of sick I hadn't even planned to have a drink but well sometimes these things just happen, I had a ball from what I can remember it was a good night but I wont be drinking again for a bit, though in saying that the Christmas season approaches lol ;)

very glad you enjoyed the piece it was a little bit of fluff I thought I might post

love always JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I guess the hangover has long gone! Lol

Well! Vivid imagery - one which many of us can relate to. He he

easing off the mattress
the room swam to tilt, ( I remember those days ). Not so much now.

"..it all crept up and bit my ass So true! ( love this phrase ).
erasing parts of the night.."

"Hangover - The Aftermath" is the perfect title - and your poem tells it exactly as it is - I like the ending because it is the opposite of what we usually say - it took me by surprise. he he

LOve Mand xxx

Not so long ago to be honest ;) only last week, it was totally unplanned but I did have a good time, though it all does come at a cost doesn't it, I stayed in bed for a while then I crawled out and faced the day but it was lovely to go to bed that night I slept like a baby grin.

very glad you enjoyed the poem and the title I played with a bit I still wasn't sure about it but I am very happy you like it big smile

thanks for the visit its always appreciated

love and hugs JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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bourbon and Cowgirls,
then Father O’Leary’s
with a dash
of Green Ginger wine
Tia Maria

sure shot hangover
for pleasure
swallow some clover

loved

Jesus I would vomit I have tasted clover its repulsive that would make me worse, I am totally over the hangover now and not planning on drinking anytime soon :) lol

thanks for the read and your comment its much appreciated

love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Good ole sober
Can't stand clover
Teach you we must lol
Sparrow xx

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Nooooo to the teaching
of eating clover
I would spew it all over lol

love always JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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