Day One Hundred and Sixty Nine: Almost a Limerick

But not quite.

A bit of a fun and a bit of nonsense. Sadly it’s not inspired by any real recent events (This nonsense is brought to you with great speed, as I’m in the midst of writing something much, much better).

“Never again” he said,
bottle in his hand,
living with a headache,
feeling like it’s upside down land.

“Well, maybe tonight…” he said,
As he stood at the bank,
Withdrawing some money
and moving to the taxi rank.

“Why?” he asked,
In bed the next day,
“A little hungover?” I replied,
but that went without saying, really.


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