The Weekend Starts Here
A drunken fight that no-one gets,
so the procedure is induced with idle threats.
Drinks are spilled, so is blood,
Its time to stop the conflict for good.
A task entrusted to the alpha male,
An balding brute tanked on ale.
Throws a pugilistic jab at the instigators face,
enough to necessitate a full neck brace.
Out of booze and out of hand,
the noisy rabble begin to disband.
A lonesome figure outspoken and out cold,
lay motionless and injured for being so bold.
A distressed observer calls for aid,
to clear up the enraged tirade.