A poem based on a true story.
Just last night, my wife and I went out together to grab a bite to eat.
And, normally, we wouldn’t pay attention to the customers in the other seats.
But, this time, we simply weren’t able
Thanks to the woman at the other table.
She must have been at the bar half the night
Cause she was a painful but funny sight.
Her eye lids kept drooping like they were made out of lead.
And her hair was such a mess, it looked like she had just gotten out of bed.
We were raised to be polite and did our best not to stare.
But, when it came to this woman, it simply wasn’t fair.
Every time she talked to her dining companion, her eyes were closing.
And, whenever he had her take a bite of her food, I was certain she would be regurgitating.
It wasn’t long before her head was straight back to the point it had to be hard on the spine.
But, as soon as she straightened herself up, I swear to God, SHE ORDERED MORE WINE!
I know I’m far from perfect too.
And, next time I’m at church, I’ll ask God to forgive me for being rude.
To tell you the truth, as I reflect on it, I find myself feeling pity for her.
Cause I sure as heck would not want to have her hangover.
But, at the risk of sounding like I’m being a bit too crude.
I do want to thank her for providing us some entertainment with our food.
I’m sorry to say we had to leave before she finished that last glass.
Because I’m positive, the second she tried to stand up, she fell on her ass.
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