Reflections
after ‘Ladies Night Out’
I look in the mirror ‘Yuk’
Have I been hit by a truck?
Smudged mascara under my eyes
How come I’m in this demise?
Did I have that much to drink?
More than usual? Must have, I
think?
Judging by my looks I can see
It was definitely much more than three.
There a sunflower in my hair,
How it got there I really don’t
care.
But it’s dripped all down my neck
I clearly need to shower, by
heck.
My tights are torn at the knee,
And my dress smells of Chablis
Gosh. in my bra is tucked a fiver
Was that to pay the cab driver?
Madge was in a worse state than
me
She tried to chat up a small lemon
tree
Janet sung a duet with Daisy
and so off key, it sounded crazy
Barbara D. was dancing the
foxtrot
With a man in a kilt, yes a Scot.
She kept trying to lift up that
skirt,
But I don’t want to dish out the
dirt
Now lying in bed feeling smug,
Bit icky but comfy and snug,
Reflect on last night with my
mates
Brill night, one of the all time
greats
Everyone thought I looked so chic,
Not one of those gals gave
critique
Why do I fret each time we meet,
With friends so perfect, so
discrete.
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