'Morning Princess, how 'you feeling?
Stomach writhing? Head still reeling?
Need a coffee in that cup?
How's your liver holding up?
Wasn't last night just the best?
Sorry, have you had no rest?
Quieter? I apologise.
Can you open both your eyes?
Have you even been to bed?
You know you me woke up and said
You loved me, or was that a dream?
Oh Princess, how you made me beam
And all at once cry with despair,
To know I shouldn't venture there.