Thursday night thoughts

Early Friday mornings
my brain's all addled up.
Ask me any question,
I can't think what to say.
For once I cannot answer straight away.

Early Friday mornings
you're usually so cunning,
trappy, quick, and full of darts
I'd beg you, Thursday afternoon
"I'm vulnerable tomorrow.
Don't ask me any questions
I wouldn't answer now."

Friday morning comes.
Your question is the
hardest I've imagined.
"However did you manage
yesterday, without me?"
You've cornered me. I blurt.
I didn't manage at all-
and I couldn't even beg you not to ask.

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