MY ASS aches, and a hazy dumbness pains
My sense, as though Absinthe I had drunk,
And emptied some new shrimps to the drains
One minute past, and Canal-wards had sunk:
'Twas a celebration of our academic lot,
And being too reliev'd in our happiness,
That Thou! Light-winged Drink of ease!,
In some perfidious plot
Of Lafitte's mean, and Abitas numberless,
Screamed our success to the tops o'trees!
O for a moment of clarity! that hath been
Unaffected by barmaid of
Her lids darkly-lined above eyes of green.
Dance, and 80s songs, and stories of mirth!
And of bathtub full of ice - it had seen no mouth!
Yes, a bathroom -- the likes we’d never seen—
With pee of others lapping at the brim.
Of a liquor-pained South!
O! Night of drink,
And pole by pole, left
Hungover! the very word is like a knell:
Adieu, beignets! You who did treat us so well
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive blues fades
Back home! and now, stories buried deep;
But, next post, all in spades:
I’ll tell of visions, of a waking dream.
Our next memories? abroad! Stories cannot keep.
In the Cause!
Dr. T. Shandy