Wine

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!