With all the stealth of a milk-float
I was dragged from a dream into a nightmare.
With a throat as course as a stand-up comedian,
I came to.
The sun shone noisily through the curtains,
walking the horses in my head...
they stampeded!
It was then,
after the room had stopped revolving
I remembered I couldn't recall what I'd drunk
...but I must have had a great time
as I felt dreadful!
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