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