An Ode To A Birthday.....

The Day that follows a Birthday,
may often be fraught with despair.
Especially , when its preceded
with one mighty drunken affair.
The eyes are like snow riddled **** holes ,
and the throat is as dry as a bone .
And the head that you hang down the toilet ,
emits such a pitiful groan.
Your paying for over indolence,
on whisky , brandy , or beer .
And you watch this volcanic eruption ,
as the slops of last night disappear .
God help you if you'd had a curry ,
as by now you would have probably learned.
While the gob's spewing Beef Biriani ,
Your arse is awaiting its turn .
With your head never ceasing to stop pounding ,
Your Brain doesn't know when to quit.
Yes the night of a birthday is brilliant ,
but the morning that follows is **** .
Gladiator1966 Gladiator1966
46-50, M
Dec 5, 2012