Stag Night Poem by Kerrie Owens

Phil's on his stag night
And what a night it'll be
He's very pleased right now
Because all the drinks are free

He's talking to the best man
About his wee nipper
When a lady walks into the bar,
Who is in fact - a stripper.

She stands on the table
The music's playing
She takes off her belt
Her bum starts swaying

Then its the top and bra
Then her boots and skirt
The guys are rolling about
As if they'v all been hurt

And finally she kisses Phil,
Before going out of the door
then all of the guys, including Phil,
Shout more, more, more.

Phil wakens up by a tree,
With knickers round his waist,
And a sign saying, As for the bride,
You really have good taste.