I’m too hungover to write today
Clearly I have no restraint
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
*snap* *snap* *snap*
.-= KeepingYouAwake´s last blog ..Help Your Aunt Becky =-.
*doffs beret in appreciation*
Bet you can cook green eggs and ham…
Wanna know a secret? I don’t much like eggs. They’re so very eggy.
But you’re not too hungover to use photoshop?
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.
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 =-.
Your preschool is flaming? Look at you whipping out the french. Tres something or other.
Can you drink it from a glass?
Will you fall right on your ass?
Can you tell what is from ain’t?
Can you braid your husband’s taint?
Sorry, that’s all I’ve got. Happy celebrating!
.-= Debra She Who Seeks´s last blog ..Canada Owns the Gold Podium! =-.
*wipes a single lone tear from cheek*
You are poetic perfection, my dear.
There is nothing…NOTHING…better than good hangover poetry, I tell ‘ya.
NOTHING!!!
😀
Ok, I’ll stop yelling now.
.-= lagunatic´s last blog ..I’m not good at this – I think this is not my life. =-.
Really? I can think of about five bazillion things, not the least of which is Rod Stewart.
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" =-.
I went out and picked up some iridescent paint yesterday in anticipation of starting the piece of your piece.
Add some of those vagazzles, will ya?
.-= Andrea´s last blog .."Waiting" =-.
Shhh….I’m whispering see? Don’t do it again tonight!!!
.-= mrsblogalot´s last blog ..The Satisfied Blogger =-.
Thanks, muffin. I knew YOU would understand…
I think Wicked Lover has some competition is the poetry competition. Of course, you had an advantage, he wasn’t hungover. 😉
Don’t forget, tomorrow is no panty day!!!! I know you’re excited!!! Bwahahahaha
.-= Wicked Shawn´s last blog ..Chasing and Torturing the Elusive V…….. =-.
Fabulous. You did the good Dr. proud. I’m totally sure he would write about taints too if he wrote adult books.
Can I have some vodka too?
♥Spot
.-= Spot´s last blog ..Let your freak flag fly… =-.
I love you. That is all.
Ooh, and one more thing- you HAVE to see the Beastie Boys Dr. Seuss rap video thingy- it is effing hilarious!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOh0-3_5H0g
.-= marymac´s last blog ..Hump Day Ice Box: The Iceman Cometh =-.
Wubble Down!
I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH I WANT TO JUST SING IT. But you forgot to give us the melody to sing it with!
.-= subWOW´s last blog ..My brief encounter with an Olympic Silver medal… =-.
That was also (inadvertantly) an ode to Pam Ayres!
.-= pixielation´s last blog ..The one about trains, plays and awkward-o-chiles =-.