Big night buddy? I ask
As you sit there softly
Vomiting into your Breton
Sweater.
Happy Sunday mate – you look like
You could use a coffee.
You’ve done all your flourishing
You’ve been a social butterfly
But now your wings are clipped.
Build yourself a cocoon of
Powerade and doonas.
Sleep away the embarrassment;
Your hangover your only reward.
Go on, brave warrior
You’ve earned
Your rest.
Joe Greathead 