In her cups
the night before

now
hung
oooooh...ver

taking herself to
her local greasy spoon

on this oh too bright
aching morning.

Orders the lot
in order to mop it all up

gives it
an added tweak

with an extra helping
of Bubble & Squeak.

She can hardly(speak)
even to her(self)

becoming slowly
aware of all

the hard
stares

from beefy blokey
builders

all hairy forearms
& arse cleavage

looks down to where
the stares are
directed

to find one
too many a blouse
button undone

offering these sons
of Albion

(oops on the cusps)

the full English Breakfast

eggssausagechips
beans & bacon

& an extra helping

of two magnificent
mammary glands.

*******

And the whole shebang abbreviated to the brevity of a haiku...!

IN & OUT OF HER CUPS

Yup! In her cups...oops!
On the cusp of falling out
... her mammary glands.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-english-breakfast/