the honeymoon Date: Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 02:30:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Jan_Oskar_Hansen The Honeymoon Woke up in a cold hotel room, in winter cold Wales didn’t have coins for the gas heater and it wasn’t quite morning yet. Beside me, in the semi darkness the outline of a woman’s sleeping face, Mohamed Ali hit me in the solar plexus woke up at count nine when the referee was nailing my hands to the floor. Hazily recalled a wedding reception where I was the groom holding on to a table full of food and booze. Why did she had to marry me, didn’t she see that I was drunk? Confused and bleeding I got up off the floor, dressed, went down to the bar and since no one was there pulled myself a pint of lager planning how to get out of that one. This poem is Copyright © Jan_Oskar_Hansen Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=7761