A Night In The Town (I) Poem by Juergen Himmelstoff

In the town, pigs abound,
After a recital of some
True Norwegian metal,
We go to town to get drunk...

My friends, they are stoned,
In the Ali-Shan we have curry for
Celebratory exams - drink slow,
there's no hurry...

1 pint,2 pint... I can't count anymore,
I'm impressed by the Englishmen's
Tally, walking outside the breeze hits
Me in the face, a reminder of the North.

'I am JUERGEN! '
I exclaim to all the scantily clad ladies,
Who walk by in their tragic dance.
I take my cellular device and make a phone call
And I placed it this time to my favourite damsel,
From home.

'It's Juergen,
I'm drunk,
But I just called to say I
Love you'

Half an hour later I am in bliss.
An hour later, I am home,
Writing this poem in the dark,
And blank lines appear in Juergen's head.

Tomorrow I'll feel d...e...a...d...