Night Out

Saturday and it was night All sat quietly All was right The clubhouse had not one spare seat Friends sat together Tapping feet Later a desert and meet While all stuffed mouths with some big treat Nothing now could err go wrong Show ended with a stirring song So not all life now really sucks A weekend night for twenty bucks Now folks blab of kids and jobs Some kept their looks Others now just blobs Then goodnight It's time to go As all await The next big show The parking lot is emptied fast Not good to be seen leaving last