A Night To Remember

After the party most of the crowd woke up hung over Bad breath foul temper and worst of all few memories Some covered in regret and puke on sodden sheets When it had meant to be a night to remember Others were hopeful that the condom had not leaked True extra-large man size only that was for sure But drunken members do not live up to the promise What’s the name of the woman and in whose bed Truth of the matter is that the flaccid remembrance falls short No morning glory either after the rave of ill-mannered bravado Not much to celebrate with no ink in the shrivelled-up pen Maybe his friends know what he has been up to or not Jessica and Timothy had been at the very same party Glowed at the camp fire and full midnight moon Until drunken incoherence stepped over the mark Their fireworks happened after the celebrations Safely home they had one more pink lemonade on ice Switched on the intricate Turkish lamps next to their bed Caressed and cuddled and made love fully conscious Reaped the rewards of temperance and had a ball of a time At the dawn of a new day they went back to the beach Swam in their ocean of love collected sea shells and pebbles Where the tides had washed away debris and dissolute pain It takes courage not to fit in but sobriety holds them together 24th June 2019