My pillow is lumpy,
my bed is a mess,
I cannot sleep,
at my own behest.
One sherry too many,
the room spins around,
I want to get off now,
and worship the ground!
The sheets are all clammy,
the air is so close,
as I wriggle and squiggle,
with cramp in my toes.
As I take a deep breath,
just one course I can see,
to admit my defeat,
and make a strong pot of tea!
© The Morning After 30.12.12
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
A teacup on a saucer. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)