You had one too many

There’s no two ways about it

You were three sheets to the wind

A voice is so many different things

It’s the way we laugh, mumble, scream, and whisper

Gossip, joke, shout, sing, and talk

A tired nurse tries to catch her breath

But all around her, she’s met with death

We adopted a sweet kitten

With little white mittens

Who loved her human mum the most