Sunday, 4 September 2011


I can't pretend this headache
Is a cold that's coming one,
I've just looked in the kitchen
And can see the red wine's gone.

I doubt that it evaporated,
Given how I feel,
I much more likely drank it all
Which means this headache's real.

Oh evil tasty red delicious 
devils brew that's you,
All lovely, smooth and teasing
What's a thirsty girl to do??

But groping for my cup of tea
With dehydrated brain,
I know that come the next excuse
I'll do it all again!

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