Khadim Hussain

It Wouldn’t Be Friday Night! - Villanelle

By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints,
Then it’s down to our local curry house.
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.

Blurry-eyed, staggered through the neon-lit night,
A few times, planted myself against a window,
By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints.

“Hello Robbo! ” Shouted Tomo, with the gang.
“Coming for a curry? ”
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.

Belting out “Vindaloo! Vindaloo! Vindaloo!
Me and me mum me dad and gran, and a bucket of Vindaloo! ”
By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints,

Crashed through the door,
“The best in town! ” declared Robbo.
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.

“No need for menus, pal, Vindaloo all round! ” shouted Robbo.
“Pint each, and make the Vindaloo Hot! ”
By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints,
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.

Poem Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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Comments about It Wouldn’t Be Friday Night! - Villanelle by Khadim Hussain

  • Goldy Locks (6/22/2007 5:32:00 PM)

    ps - and dialog in a Villanelle? you would be so bold.

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  • Goldy Locks (6/22/2007 5:27:00 PM)

    Nicely done. but, what's a curry? damn.. i'll have to infer. at least you make it easy!

    keep on
    SusxGLx

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