Wrote this one at the Edinburgh Fringe!
Why is a hangover called a hang over?
Its not like hanging your chin over a tub of clover,
I mean, what is the bit that is meant to be hanging?
When I am hungover I hate any banging,
So perhaps what is hanging is your head?
Hanging over a bucket at the side of your bed?
Or is it the shame hanging over you from the night before,
Remembering that you did karaoke and had an argument with the floor.
Maybe it’s more like a sleepover that never ends,
You have a night in with a load of friends,
And there’s always that one who stays for too long the next day,
No matter your hints they won’t go away.
So perhaps a hangover is that lingering friend,
When you’d rather be alone and try and mend –
The damage done to your brain cells the previous night,
And the obligatory post on Facebook so others understand your plight.
My favourite bit of the word is that bit at the end,
Over is so final, a way to finish with a boyfriend,
A lover would understand that over means no more,
So why isn’t your hang showing itself out of the door?
What I’m saying is, it feels like this pain will never cease,
I’m hungover, yes I’m hanging and I just need some peace!