A Night on the Town

by Bill Turner   Dec 21, 2005


They kept bringing the drinks
The munchkins had the 'shrooms
Something is amiss me thinks
Who gave the monkeys brooms?

This is weird even for me
Who really cares?
The pygmies run free
Riding trikes on the stairs

That wicked witch sitting to my east
Keeps flying around on her broom
Eeek what a beast
Ugly bride with no groom

How did I get in here?
Where is the door?
Have no fear
I landed on the floor

Let's get this party started
Hey, who are you?
Are you the one who farted?
That's coming from your shoe!

You could be Lady Macbeth
With that misshapen head
One whiff of your breath
Smells like you have long been dead

Follow the white rabbit
Straight down the hole
Whatever you do don't grab it
He turns into a troll

The bed keeps spinning
Tossing me asunder
The battle I'm not winning
Head explodes in thunder

Another night with me
I've seen me this way before
I should flee
Another night on the bathroom floor

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  • 17 years ago

    by smile

    Yay this is brilliant
    i loved it really i did,
    Brings back some crazy memories tho,
    Perhaps ones i thought i'd forget
    went to a crazy festival a few nights ago, and this totally covers it, but you missed out the part of casual sex-lol!
    pure genius!

    xXxXsmileXxXx

  • 18 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    Great as always! You've made my "I'm Drunk" poem just look small =D

    We've all had these nights, mine not so long ago and more to come I'm sure :)

    Well done :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Angie

    I think we've all had a night like this at some point in our lives..... thanks for the giggles this morning. Wonderful write.

    Smiles, Hugs and Love, Angela

  • 18 years ago

    by Gesselle Valle

    That was a great one...it made me laugh a little...well done Bill, no matter what you do you always make poeple around you happy. Always take care.

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    This is very good Bill. I really enjoyed this poem because it is so random, and that's the kind of person I am. This poem suits me well. This sounds like the dreams/nightmares I get after drinking. Good thing I stopped. Hmm, well Bill I still don't see you as a scrooge.

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