Quite late, the morning-after, Common Sense
regains the floor and moves a resolution:
"Resolved, this Body henceforth drinks no more!"
The Hand that poured, now shakily relents;
the chastened Wits agree in mute confusion;
the turncoat Tongue and reddened Eyes implore
concurrence. As the motion carries, cheers
and ringing sounds continue in the Ears.
Amid the din, none note a braying snore,
nor see, collapsed in perfect dissolution,
the instigator of their late offense,
who led the party-of-the-night-before.
He sleeps this session through without intrusion;
aware these worthies often jump the fence,
his slumber is untroubled. As Desire,
he'll speak tonight, though—and he'll be on fire.
Frank
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-- Frank
Last edited by FOsen; 04-23-2011 at 11:33 AM.
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