Dancin' Fool

My brain’s been replaced

with cumulus clouds

I’m sitting here cloaked

in my hangover shroud

It’s hard to believe

that I even awoke.

After all of the liquor

I forced my liver to soak

The location in question

was a Milford locale

where nubile young lasses

all choose to corral.

I spoke with a few…

And danced with still more…

and you now how I move

when I’m out on the floor.

So naturally, things start

to slowly progress…

that with three or four numbers

I finally left…

Today, I will struggle

but with little regret.

Now that I’m 30…

I’ll take what I get.