Getting Caught Short.
Once more this year good cheer abounds,
I’ve packed up the presents, and on the pounds.
Oh, but tonight I’ve had a ball.
I’m over my limit- as far as my card can be charged,
My poor kidneys can’t cope and my livers enlarged.
I’ve tapped out, up against the wall.
I’ve put on half a stone, to the fine fluid ounce,
Tomorrow I hope it’s only my belly that’ll bounce.
I stumble home, in a crumpled heap I fall.
Over my comatose form wife Lorena holds me in low regard,
Reaches into my Levis to remove my precious Amex card.
Stirring uneasily, I hope that’s all.