Night Clubbing - Poem by Angela Wybrow
Endless records being spun.
Everybody's having fun.
Girls wearing sparkly tops.
The cork from a champagne bottle pops.
Girls with gelled and laquered hair,
Dance with hands up in the air.
The music with a boom boom beat,
Makes everybody move their feet.
Girls with delicate strappy shoes,
Sitting cross-legged drinking booze.
Downing drinks which are very fizzy,
And suddenly feeling rather dizzy.
Coloured lights flicker and flash.
Feeling sick, to the loo, people dash.
Music so loud, you can't be heard.
Trying to chat, you can't catch a single word.
Groups of girls having a laugh,
Watching the guys acting daft.
Groups of girls kiss and embrace,
All dressed up in satin and lace.
People at the bar are five or six deep:
The drinks, however, are far from cheap.
People are dancing on the floor.
There's a fight with bouncers at the door.
Cocktails topped with coloured umbrellas.
Girls on the hunt for handsome fellas.
Guys looking for willing girls to bed:
For one night stands - not to wed.
Girls pout with ruby red lips.
People go on drug induced 'trips.'
By the end of the night,
There's one more fight.
Soon, people head home,
By taxi or drunkenly roam.
Soon, they crawl into bed,
Complete with a very sore head!
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