After my fourth glass of malmsey, I began to gad, & shout
as I did, some protracted malarky
or other, which I
can't now recall, when
someone dared accuse me of being a ragabash.
"I'll have you know sir,"
"I am a member of the camarilla, & will not be spoken to as such!"
Well, the sudden
williwaw caused a crowd
to surround us.
"The man is in an obvious state of nepenthe,"
a observer was heard to comment of me, "leave him be."
I was outraged, leaving the
congregation of juggins, making
brisk steps towards my
phrontistery & return to my earlier, laetificated self.
Once I pocketed myself
away from the haver of the
outside world, I began to wonder
what my rant had been
about. Perhaps I was obganiating
someone to death. I was known to do
such from time to time.
I sighed, yearning for a cup of absinthe to render my mind to a peaceful kef.
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#NaPoWriMo day 17