| Re: Poetry Corner |
Subject: Re: Poetry Corner by BillH on 2013/12/3 2:22:27 A Mugging When my guard was down they attacked from behind With a blow to the head - now I wake up to find There's a sort of red mist in front of one eye And my tongue's gone all rubbery and my mouth is so dry. There's a part of my head that floats on its own And a pain when I move that just makes me groan. My stomach and its contents have ceased to be friends And are now parting company via both ends. I ought to get up but I'm frightened to try, I just want to lie here and hope that I'll die. I can't understand how I came to be caught By those two nasty muggers - red wine and port. |
