An Ode to Dr. Seuss (and Vodka)

I’m too hungover to write today
Clearly I have no restraint

I'm too hungover to write captions, too.
I'm too hungover to write captions, too.

I’m too hungover to write today
I should probably braid Rocco’s taint

I’m too hungover to braid today
My brain is more fragile than fine china

I’m too hungover to braid today
I’d rather paint Andrea’s vagina

I’m too hungover to paint today
Last night I imbibed too much vodka

I’m too hungover to paint today
I’d likely drool if I tried to read Kafka

I’m too hungover to read today
It feels like my cranium’s been impaled

I’m too hungover to read today
I’m not even sure who I’ve emailed

I’m too hungover to email today
It’s likely I’ll just make no sense

I’m too hungover to email today
These attempts are making me quite tense

I’m too hungover to try today
The vodka is far mightier than the pen

I’m too hungover to try today
And tonight I’ve plans to do it all again

Comments

    1. A girl’s gotta practice something… Surprisingly that took very little brain power. Sadly it was all the brain power I had so I’ve been drooling ever since. See? Does any of that even make sense? Exactly.

  1. I’ll have you know that today I wore a cat in the hat chapeau, ate a green egg and speed read through Fox in Socks, The Lorax and Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can you? All courtesty of one preschool on fire (not literally) for Dr Seuss.
    I’m so very sorry that you are hungover and I’m even sadder that I’m too lazy to look up the word chapeau (chapeaux? not sure) to spell it correctly.
    I’ll just call it a hat.
    .-= Kelly´s last blog ..Fireside Chat =-.

  2. AHAHAHAHA!!! I’d send you a picture so you could begin right away, but I’m not sure the world is ready for such beauty. Plus I wouldn’t want everyone else to feel bad because theirs are all raggedy. I’m humble AND kind, see.
    .-= Andrea´s last blog .."Alive With The Glory Of Love" =-.

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