/Friends Only-pretty much everyone on his friends list. Only screened from possible bosses eyes/
Last nights tribute to Edgar Allan Poe turned into rather a celebration. My head feels as though it's full of cotton fluff. In another burst of inspiration, I wrote a poem to commemorate the evening. It's more lighthearted than my normal writing, but I shall blame the hangover on that.
Mystery bruise, of origin I know not.
Alas, no Paracetamol has been bought.
Pounding is the beat inside of my head.
Dear Lord, I wish I were dead.
Last nights festivities are simply a haze.
I seem to remember dancing in a daze.
The Green Fairy, her wings were shining bright.
Her beguiling moves and words are the reason for my plight.
Though all in all good times, they were had.
In fairness, I should actually be glad.
Two beautiful women, shared laughter and smiles.
With a dark soul like mine, they chose to share their wiles.
Mystery bruise, of origin I know not.
Alas, no Paracetamol has been bought.
Pounding is the beat inside of my head.
Dear Lord, I wish I were dead.
Last nights festivities are simply a haze.
I seem to remember dancing in a daze.
The Green Fairy, her wings were shining bright.
Her beguiling moves and words are the reason for my plight.
Though all in all good times, they were had.
In fairness, I should actually be glad.
Two beautiful women, shared laughter and smiles.
With a dark soul like mine, they chose to share their wiles.