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A teacup on a saucer.






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)