Dr. Booze Returns!

Dr. Booze Returns!

More of Dr. Booze’s Little Poems for Little People

“Gray, Runny Eggs, With Some Chunks of S**t In It!”

Oh, joy kids; sleep off a bender and wake up to your wife

Making gut-churning breakfast that just may take you life!

You stumble to the table, half blind in the harsh light

You explain to her you had a hell of a night

She gazes at you something less than sympathy

You’ve nothing to look forward to but runny,

Grayish eggs, with some chunks of crap floating in it,

That tastes none too good; in fact it tastes like s**t!

Straight from the pan, it’s spooned onto your plate

You recoil at the sight, but it’s much too late

For you, my friend, you’ll suffer the consequences

You’ll have to eat it, like she says

You pick up your fork, dread running through you

She's watching you, so there's nothing else to do

Spear a grotesque lump and raise it to your mouth,

Then try not to retch as the s**t’s headed south

“So how is it?” she wonders aloud

You try to be stoic; you try to stay proud,

But with a queasy feeling racking you guts,

At last you have to rail, you tried, but

You race from the table, away from the gray slime

The toilet bowl, you’re desperate to find

After you’re done, you meekly return to the table

You tell yourself not to look, but you’re unable

For you’re loving wife has replaced your plate with a bowl,

Filled it full up, filled it up until the gray s**t overflows

The sides, and the crap drips down the sides

“Eat it all, there’s plenty more where that came from!” she confides

That’s when you realize she’s very angry and mad

She’s going to make you suffer for your stupidity, and bad!