Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Application in Inebriation

I got home as drunk as could be,
And fell down on the front room floor.
A back pocket pint of whiskey
Broke, and the pieces of glass tore
Cuts into the flesh of my butt.
So from the closet first aid kit,
I put some bandaids on each cut.
I woke up the next day and shit!
The cuts and blood were ev'rywhere.
But not one bandaid was in sight.
I thought I'd put them on with care,
And retraced my steps from last night.

The bandaids were not on my rear.
They were stuck on the hall mirror.