Clean Up On Aisle Us

The weekend was ENORMOUS
The party one continuous blast
The mayhem rolled
out of control
as the libations flowed
deep into the defenseless night
But of course the merriment
given bodily consumption limitations
was unsustainable
as one by one
the compromised players
staggered off the stage
Alas
the morning after came
and all had to be restored
to the order it was before
Don't blame me
These are the rules
of responsible adulthood
as the ghost of my Mom's voice
echo in my pounding head
"This mess won't clean itself up!"
Hence we commence the sad task
of a solid day of domestic chores
Scrubbing away the stains
but hopefully not the memories
of unbridled fun
Keep the good ones
and trash bin the rest
Let the real after party commence
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Comments
Sounds like a good time was had by all! And yes, always throw out the bad memories. The good ones are the ones worth thinking about. Love the quirkiness of this poem x