It had been a long night,
full of empty bottles of wine.
From the balcony I saw the sunrise,
it painted the sky red blinding me,
while sparrows chirped and pecked skin off my skull.
Knew there was a bottle left,
the one I had, with a green pencil, labeled: Morning Wine.
Only I had forgotten where it had sought refuge.
Went into the loo sat there when three elves came in,
two jumped up on the washing machine,
the third got a stool climbed up
and peed into the sink.
‘Get Out!’ I said,
but they ignored me
kept telling jokes
I had heard years before.
’By the way I know were the bottle is’, I said triumphantly.
It’s in the washing machine.
Deeply disappointed they shut up and left.
I also remembered that it was New Year only
I had forgotten which year.