David Keig

Rookie - 13 Points (1951 / UK)

A Quiet Night With The Boys

Poem by David Keig

Weekends weekends everywhere
And quite a lot to drink
The sobriety of weekdays
Is something that i think
Is balanced by those other days
When elephants seem pink
Monday was a sober day
And Tuesday too as well
Wedneday it got really hard
And Thursday felt like hell
Friday started peacefully
But then came Friday night
Which started off a weekend
Of not feeling too bright
Why do we even tolerate
Such obvious abuse
I spent three hours this morning
Just looking for my shoes
I felt quite young and sprightly
Last night at half past one
But come ten o'clock this morning
My head felt like a bomb
Had been let off right inside it
That clamouring of noise
When all it was just going to be
Was a quiet night with the boys.

Comments about A Quiet Night With The Boys by David Keig

  • Damian MurphyDamian Murphy (3/12/2015 2:51:00 PM)

    Avery clever poem, ah the demon drink; -)(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 20, 2004