Day 11: the challenge to write something Anacreon would approve of. Well, I’m not sure how much he wrote about hangovers, as it sounds from reading on him that his work was about wine and love (rather than – as mine is – whining and loafing, the day after).
Still – I’ve kept to (one idea of) Anacreontic verse form of seven syllables to a line and in couplets. Which I don’t claim to make it any classier. Ah well.
or, Loaf and Whine
Ah the rustic thrill of it:
from my flat-thumbed palm, you lick
the sugared ibuprofen
which last night demands, again.
‘Oh lover wine!’ Whine we friends,
as you whinny from both ends.