Drinky Poem

In honour of St. Patrick's Day, I figured I'd post a poem I wrote years ago. It's not very good, but I found it the other day, and it pretty much fits with the spirit of St. Pat's:

The Sunday Night Blues


Another weekend gone and over
Blurry memories of hours past
Tomorrow begins another work week
My liver feels like it needs a cast

What a weekend-or so they tell me
All I recall is the first five drinks
As I try to remember the past 48 hours
I notice something really stinks

It's half of a sandwich I tried to eat
Around 3 am, or was it four?
It's lying underneath my bed
Slowly merging with my floor

And what's that wet spot on the carpet?
Is it beer? Did I spill some scotch?
Where did all of my money go?
And what's this dull ache in my crotch?

Oh my God, I hope I didn't
Do something that I'll regret
I'd better go and call my friends
To make sure none of them are too upset

That's it, man I'm through with this
I'm gonna change my ways and do what's right...



Hey, I wonder if any of the guys
are going out drinking tonight?