One of these days I still wonder,

did we party too hard?

With a vague memory, I tried

to recall everything that happened.

Before it starts it was nice and neat,

no grime to be spotted.

Then the fun began, it was like a nuclear bomb of fun.

Party string, fun and games,

sugar rush, and loud tunes.

Joyous buffons, blind mummies,

funny neighbors, grumpy neighbors, 

and a crazy bear.

Then I looked at the frightening aftermath.

People like stone on the floors.

Confetti here and there, and toilet paper everywhere.

Sinks are full and one's just nasty.

It basically looked like a rainbow barfed everywhere.

Then I thought that we did party hard.