We are all balloons,
stuffed full and lazy,
hazy with wine, whiskey and gin.
We finish one feed
then start on another.
The whole day is greedy.
an enormous eat in.
We now feel uncomfy and decidedly sick.
The candle is burnt to the end of its wick.
So, now we'll depart, as out burns the fire....
damn it, we can't
find a taxi for hire.
Sally Plumb
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