The Morning After The Night Before! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by john (called jack) wren

Oh dear, oh dear, how drab and dreary
Your outfit looks today, my dearie,
Did last nights drink go to your head?
Maybe you should have stayed in bed!
Those colours are awful for one of your size
Or are you cunningly dressed in disguise
To hide away from matters of shame
Or does the drink, take all the blame.
That's the first time I've seen a whale
dance down to the seventh veil
Six were lodged in rolls of fat
Around your stomach's habitat,
Where the seventh went, God only knows
By this time men were coming to blows.
In their effort to escape through the door.
When you finally beached on the floor