"And the gin..."
With smiles, a smile - more like gin
pouring the glass I had.
Hangover this mornin'!
Yesterday talks were mesmerising.
Thinking , to go at the table again
"Where the drink was served!"
Want to hold on the gin
Until it melts down the throat
& screens the feel I keen to.
But now I'll try to sit along
And talk soberly.
Wait! I was dreamin'- "was in hangover."
'She on dreams ,still smiling.'
I woke with a smile like drunk...