As I revealed yesterday, I was so
Late going to bed in the York Hilton
That I missed breakfast; I just had to go
Straight into the meeting, though I had downed
More than I should the night before. I frowned
And yawned repeatedly: the signs were clear
Especially when my face turned green; I’d gone
Too far; I had made myself sick with beer
Kept thinking, ‘I’ll have to run out of here
Any minute, to throw up… I might throw
Up on the conference room carpet, stain on
Top of all existing stains, all my sheer
Hard work in setting up this meeting no
Match for what’s now my sick reputation…!’
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