We laughed till the sun rose
Memories and wine were to blame
You couldn’t feel your nose
I might have forgotten my name
Ceiling spins and it rushes back to me
Stomach erupts as cartoons pierce my brain
Reminds me of responsibility
Oh how we now need to breathe through the pain
This time the hair of the dog won’t fix it
When the new puppy pees on the floor
Unsupervised minions run rampant
We must be Mommy and Daddy once more.
Plop plop fizz fizz in our OJ sure hits the spot.
A relief it is… though a mimosa it’s not.
AAAHHHH yes . I so do remember those good ole days.:)……Great poem Valerie….!!
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