A Sickly End

45 Starburst candies and a bottle of wine
Do not a dinner make

The rainbow of colors in the toilet
Was proof of my mistake

There was food in plenty at the party
And it smelled most devine

But only Bacchus' sweet potion
Took hold of my mind

Sunday's scorn was brutal and beastly
Every task was turned in pain

I won't supper on 45 Starburst candies and a bottle of wine
ever, ever, ever again


Forgive me, folks. I have watched 3 Victorian-era movies in the past 48 hours. They are alwasy reading poetry aloud; guess it sunk in.