Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

even though
my mind fermented
in a matrix
of varnish-like cocktails
and the patina
of my skin was the color
of puked-on cement,
I refused to feel sorry
for my earlier rapture,
but I did vow
to my fairy godmother
that I would never
behave that way again.
She's still laughing
in between newly
developed perpetual hiccups,
ha ha ha ha ha hick, ha ha
hick hick hick, ha ha ha ha ha.

Great reading! Good fun.

So long as you didn't take the wheel of your Pumpkin Carriage and try to drive yourself home, it's good to tie one on occasionally...besides, that ol' fairy Godmother begins to look pretty good after a few drinks!

Sounds like last Sunday mornin'... And yes, she's still laughing...

hahahahahahahahahahahahah..

thanx truck, mouse and nazz...just having a little fun...a friend of mine at work and I always say after such an episode,"Man, I learned my lesson!"

bloody mary

Saw, merrily besotted. Though I've never been drunk, your poem almost makes me wanna try.

John

melaffing.
good stuff as usual
H