Ugh

  NaPoWriMo day eighteen and here’s poem number eighteen. I enjoyed myself a bit too much last night and woke up this morning in a similar state. It’s called Ugh…

Ugh

Head hurts

Can’t lift it

off the pillow

Someone asks

“Cup of tea?”

Can’t speak

Overnight

tongue doubled

in size

Just nod

“Ugh”

Did the trick

Cup appears

Reach hand out

Grasp cup shakily

Drink golden nectar

Mmm

Bit better now

 

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