AFTER THE PARTY
AFTER THE PARTY
We had a wild beach party,
Far into the night.
The beer was flowing freely,
Then, as it was getting light,
I found an old wine bottle,
Half buried in the sand.
And in it was a message,
Penned in a shaking hand,
“I’m marooned on a tropical island
At the following address.
Please someone come and rescue me.
From a lady in distress.”
Being rather worse for wear,
My brain in a bit of a mess,
I went and hired a rowing boat
And set off for the address.
It took me all of three weeks
To reach my destination.
(It’s hard without a sat-nav,
To pin-point the location.)
And there she stood, wearing fig-leaves
And nothing else at all.
I rescued her and rowed back home.
Now I can’t wait for the fall.
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2024
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