Sunday Morning | Humour Poetry

Kick-about

with empty cans,

avoid the kebab (on your right!)

Ignore the mess in front of the corner shop

don’t even think about going near vodka today…

Vision’s feeling a bit shit, can’t tell if it’s my head or not

Feeling my brain shrinking quickly – the flashbacks start,

oh god, did we do that, go there, again? ‘Sorry’ text sent!

But morning’s come, and we’ve made it to bed.

Let’s cuddle up before the hangover sets in

and sugar candy coat the night before.

Thank god it’s Sunday morning:

eat your bacon and shut up!

Zzzz

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