We’re headed to wine country this morning, with plans to stop at four different wineries and have lunch in between sips.  We’re entertaining friends from back in Indiana, and it looks like a great day to work on tomorrow’s hangover.   They are on vacation, and I’m retired, so why not take the time to enjoy life together over a glass (or more) of Portland’s great vino?  Here’s a little reminder to myself about what to expect tomorrow:

My Hangover’s Hungover 

Too many drinks,
With little to eat.
This morning I’m lucky,
To stand on two feet.
.
Yesterdays breakfast,
Is on the front lawn.
I seem to ache more,
As the day goes on.
.
Hung at my hang out,
And drank until drunk.
Last night is a blur,
And I’m still in a funk.
.
My Hangover’s hungover,
Longer than should be.
I have a headache,
Of the worst degree.
.
It’s no wonder my friends,
Have left me alone.
All night paying homage,
To the porcelain throne.
.
My Hangover’s hungover,
Much longer than fair.
I’m feeling so bad,
And need nursing care.
.
What’s the recipe,
To cure this malady?
Hair of the Dog,
Is just not for me.
.
Run down and ragged,
My head could crack.
Shouldn’t have chugged,
That first six pack.
.
Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz,
I need a quick cure.
How much pain,
Can one man endure?

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Wrung out, strung out,
And in no condition.
I hurt everywhere,
And have no ambition.
.
I can’t remember,
What happened last night.
My eyes just can’t take it,
Turn off that damn light.
.
I had foolish thoughts,
After drinking alot.
That’s when I ordered,
A second, last shot.
.
My hangover’s hungover,
I drank until drunk.
I must have imbibed in,
More drink than I thunk.

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