The grog does it again...the morning after and facing the misses.. |
by hotcockle .Another Day in Paradise.. ..I wake up in the morning, another day ahead, pounding tom toms, playing in my head. ..Lift my self off the grass, eye's they find the sun, last night we had a BBQ, I must have had some fun. ..Out lasted all the visitors, as any good host should do, licked awake by the dog, his mouth was my first view. ..By now the sun is beating , upon my fragile head, fur growing on my tongue, now headed for the bed. ..Misses left me there to rot, me thinks we had a blue, for a sexy little blond lass, in my ear did coo. ..My lady sent her packing, and give her one or two, by the feeling of my jaw, delivered me a few. ..I'll sneak in to the room, as if no problem could I find, fall asleep super quick, and dream solutions in my mind. ..Was nearly there, just dropping off, misses eyes slowly open, then turned to me, with even tone, these were the words spoken; .."T'was not your fault, I do agree, upon your lap she sat, you bloody fool, your mouth it drooled, she pat you like a cat!" .."You could have said, go away, my misses she sits there, instead you said, rub this instead, and made my nostrils flare!" .."Whats done is done, forget this one, it really turns my guts, if done again, you mongrel thing, will cut off both your nuts!" |