by Ken Gibbs
Your teeth are all furry
And your head’s sore as hell;
You regret your celebration
More than any words can tell.
With feet like leaden slippers
And mouth like vulture’s crutch,
You make your way so carefully
To shower and shave and such.
With ablutions completed
And neatly parted hair,
You proceed to add deodorant
With exaggerated care.
It always seems to happen –
It’s a thing you always fear;
How the roll-on variety –
Seems to roll in your hair !
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