The Morning After The Night Before Poem by Scarlett Treat

Scarlett, Pass the Exedrin. Love, R

Those babies will take a big bite out of ya, won't they? A caveat for you, Scarlett...keep your distance from the Canadian version, a little banger called, ' The Granny Smith & Wesson' or its cousins, 'The Mean Greenie Martini', and 'The Apple of Here's Mud in Your Eye'. Yeah, no matter how one slices the forbidden fruit, those cocktails are rather ap-pealing, aren't they? G.G.

A nice sharp classic ending

I hope that isn't the stuff made with grain alcohol...I was found the next morning in the bottom of the pool.

The title reminds me of a Marx Brothers flick, that was never made, but that i watched on channel zero the night before tomorrow...Oh yes...but i turned it off when Harpo began to speak...and decided to read yir' poem, here, which turned out to be an anjoyable decision on my part, & for the sake of yesterdays tomorrow... So, when it comes down to it...ahhhhhh, never mind! Great Stuff! (i meant the poem) FjR

Avoid certain Scottish poets. (They may trick you into believing you need the Lair of the Hogg, when infact you just need a hair of the dog.)