Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Richard Wink

Poem


      LAST NIGHT #1

      It started off hilarious
      as Del Boy locked himself in the Glasshouse toilets,
      as we were knocking back Brooklyn Lager, Red Lion and
      Kronenberg Blanc's.

      There were more hi - jinks and hysterics
      when we got chatting in the club to a fine group of ladies
      who i assume were from a sports team
      with their nicknames emblazened on their backs,
      they were collecting mens underwear
      so naturally me and Glenn obliged
      hoping for something pleasant in return.
      But all i got was some fat bird
      with curves in all the wrong places
      who stuck her hand down my trousers
      to prove i wasn't lying.
      I guess she found something hilarious
      as she could not stop laughing.

      I left soon afterwards.


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