Virgin

Heart’s a thumping senses reeling

Never had this kind of feeling

Faces ‘round me all a blur

Simple words I start to slur

Ground’s a moving up and down

Room’s a spinning round and round

Legs just won’t support my weight

How did I get in such a state?

One single drink was all it took

To get this poor boy on the hook

With all that whiskey wine and beer

It’s no surprise I’m feeling queer

And if I get up off this floor

Ain’t never gonna drink no more

© John W Fenn 28-04-2009