Don't feel well
Abela
turns in bed
eyes closing
too much wine
cheap old plonk
I tell her
don't like wine
did last night
need a bowl
don't have one
use the bog
she rushes
to the bog
and vomits
I sit down
have a smoke
listening
that waitress
who served us
yesterday
fancies me
Abela
shouts to me
I don't care
about her
I feel ill
need to rest
she vomits
once again
you go out
take that tour
she tells me
not going
without you
I can't go
not today
she comes back
with a bowl
I found this
in the bog
got to sleep
so she creeps
into bed
with the bowl
the waitress
did not have
a cute ***
not like my
Abela
when she's well
or unwell.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
Don't feel well
Abela
turns in bed
eyes closing
too much wine
cheap old plonk
I tell her
don't like wine
did last night
need a bowl
don't have one
use the bog
she rushes
to the bog
and vomits
I sit down
have a smoke
listening
that waitress
who served us
yesterday
fancies me
Abela
shouts to me
I don't care
about her
I feel ill
need to rest
she vomits
once again
you go out
take that tour
she tells me
not going
without you
I can't go
not today
she comes back
with a bowl
I found this
in the bog
got to sleep
so she creeps
into bed
with the bowl
the waitress
did not have
a cute ***
not like my
Abela
when she's well
or unwell.
A COUPLE ON HOLIDAY IN 1972.
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