Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Margarita Bay

Hungover, stumbling to the beach,

So many margaritas downed,

Must be a record I did reach

In paradise that's all around.

The ocean's calm under the sun,

Sitting low on horizon bright.

My head's still spinning from the fun

Of partying all day, all night.

I pass flowers and birds and trees,

And reach the sand, knowing not far,

My destination for me please,

My fav'rite margarita bar.

I still haven't figured out yet,

Is it a sunrise or sunset?