Affairs of the Heart

By B.L.Cann



A mortal attraction is created, I fear, By over-indulgence in a substance called beer, When seen in the light of the next coming day, You say to yourself "No, I couldn't, no way."

A sight that's as gruesome, as gruesome can be, Lain under the duvet alongside of me ! Eyes bloodshot and puffy, and teeth like Vincent Price, Her looks match her character; not very nice!

A blood-sucking leech of distinctly first order, I pity the poor sods to whom she's a daughter, I search for my clothes in a frantic despair, To make an escape; get the hell out of there.

She looked O.K. last night, that's true I assure, As for demon alcohol, that is a cure, I dress very quietly, sneak to the door, That's one place I don't want to be any more!

My mate is downstairs with coffee and a fag, "I've just woken up to a grotty old hag!, I shudder to think what the heck I have done." "Relax yourself" he says "Blow up dolls are for fun !"