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You're That Guy From My Sister's Party
Oh, God! My head hurts!
Who the freaking hell are you, anyway?
Wait. Just let me think.
Oh, no. Don't tell me.
You're that guy from my sister's party.
That explains no bikini top.
Are you hungover like me?
Sure do look like it to me.
That's my last beach party.
Got a shirt I'll borrow?
Need something to cover up my chest.
Thanks for the tee shirt.
Now, could you please help me up?
I gotta get home before my husband.
Who the freaking hell are you, anyway?
Wait. Just let me think.
Oh, no. Don't tell me.
You're that guy from my sister's party.
That explains no bikini top.
Are you hungover like me?
Sure do look like it to me.
That's my last beach party.
Got a shirt I'll borrow?
Need something to cover up my chest.
Thanks for the tee shirt.
Now, could you please help me up?
I gotta get home before my husband.
Published 22nd Feb 2025
Author's Note
This whole sonneku poem happens to be what one person says to another as a result of waking up on a day after going to a social gathering.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Yesterday 7:19am
You have well captioned this picture with this poem. It tells what she's probably thinking.
Yesterday 10:51am
