Dancing to spirits and wine
making out with liquor and booze
together with tankards of beer
we’re free, it is Friday, we are fine
excited to live, smiling and happy
but at midnight we’re falling asleep
we snore and we snooze
only to wake up at dawn
sweating, grumpy and snappy
our weekend is met with a yawn,
nauseous and shaking we’re hushed
we cannot take breakfast or brunch
ashamed. too pale even to blush
we’re solemn, a gravedigger bunch
The plans we had made made
for walks in the wood, we postpone
no cure for this ache, I’m afraid,
we just sit and wait while we groan.
we waste our weekend to mend
but on Monday at work, we’ll praise
the party we had with our friends.
We brag about brews we had drunk
the wit we had shown, and gals
we had charmed and the spunk
we can savor until Friday with pals.
Today Punam hosts at dVerse and inspires us to write about drinks and drinking. I went straight from memories of those days many years ago spend drinking with mates.
November 22, 2022