Sunday morning, I have survived
Why on earth was I up at half past five
I drunk some but didn't get too pissed
Yet here comes pain with its bastard kiss
Personally I blame the ale
Bought in haste for 'twas on sale
A slow and easy day in store
No more booze that's for sure
Leave all that for night time's thrills
But for now hand over those pills...
(and returns to bed...)
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