3rd post attempt.
Wednesday saw my will give way,
From our local I just couldn't stay,
A lock in kept me up until two,
That's past bedtime for me AND for you.
Thursday I felt a little rough,
But energy I had just enough,
To make it through I had to be thrifty,
We saw our friend's new band, Space in the 50's.
Friday of course was the end of the week
But that didn't stop my drinking streak,
It started at 4pm in a pub with Cope,
I finished eight hours later, feeling almost doped.
Saturday morning I was up at eight,
To earn some cash and work for a mate,
Completely shattered I crashed in at five,
When I received a call from an old friend - "We're in Cardiff, are you still alive"?
Sunday I cursed my Irish friends,
They'd got me horribly drunk again,
My weekend was ending and I felt rather strange,
What sorted it? A ten hour session in the Coal Exchange.
Monday morning I could hardly breathe,
My limbs were aching and I needed a reprieve,
I saw my reflection and started to titter,
Big dark eyes and a head covered in glitter.
It's Tuesday now and I'm still having trouble breathing,
Almost every single laugh is followed by wheezing,
But if you thought I had fulfilled my social aspirations,
Saturday brings the start of the Six Nations.