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…


Head hurts

Can’t lift it

off the pillow

Someone asks

“Cup of tea?”

Can’t speak


tongue doubled

in size

Just nod


Did the trick

Cup appears

Reach hand out

Grasp cup shakily

Drink golden nectar


Bit better now


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