3 A.M., Peter wasn’t happy.
He’d enjoyed partying, but got sick and snappy.
Coming home to regurgitate his night’s drink,
He aimed for the toilet and not the sink.
Suddenly, his watched beeped 9 o’clock; he felt a bit wet.
He opened his eyes…his face was still in the toilet.
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