Nonsense 24 Poem by Phil Soar

Another day, another dawn
Still dark, the sky and feelings drawn
With a face like a muppet, you wonder why
Your tongue is furry, your head feels high
A drink or two, of a whiskey brew
And a sleep so deep it was vivid
Dreams of things that sweep you away
And a spouse who wakes up livid
You managed something pretty rank
Whilst in your drunken dream
You pissed on the carpet, and it stank
Life isn't what it seemed