Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered bleak and bleary O'er many a quaint and curious bottle of forgotten booze, As I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, Loud, insistent, forceful rapping and I shouted to find out whose. As I rose the room went spinning, as to mock me for my ginning, Spinning round and reeling madly as I went stumbling to the door. Feeling sick, I threw it open, barely capable of coping, To find the liquor store had sent a half a dozen bottles more! I clenched my teeth and held my gut, I tried in vain to stop it, but In bright, kaleidoscopic hues, I lost my dinner and my booze. I knew I couldn't feel much worse, I dug in pockets for my purse, Ignoring the kid's protestation 'bout the sad state of his shoes. When I listened to his griping, I bent downward, started wiping, Smearing worse the mess I had deposited there upon his feet. He left me then, in high dudgeon, left me there within my dungeon Feeling sick and weak and putrid; like barely living, rotted meat. I lay all night in a muddle, my head lying in a puddle, Dreaming of a life of pleasure, dreaming of some sweet Lenore. When I awoke my head was aching, stomach still was badly quaking. I wished I'd die, I felt so bad. I'll drink that hard stuff nevermore! |