Never Again Part 2
Part 2
He ambles over and asks if he could share a table with her,
Scantily dressed in a low cut cheap floral dress revealing gun pouches,
Smiling with a *** hanging from the side of her face bought with vouches,
Visibly drunk, she says sure, with her top dentures shaking loose,
Now skunk drunk and keen, she is the best in the pub to choose,
They start gossiping about the glorious dive of a hole,
While a skank grinds up and down on the dance pole,
Wearing a mini skirt shorter than a curtain fringe,
They both start giggling at pending customers as they binge,
His lady friend reveals being newly divorced and a bit lost,
Ditto he says but he comes there to laugh at someone else’s cost,
A bit hungry now he orders the special of the day,
From an old dusty ad he can see, he might as well stay,
Sick of picking out peanuts out of a bowl/ash tray on the counter tray,
With the meal he orders a canter of the cheapest best wine,
Definitely not the best place to bring a lady to dine,
Sharing a few finger stained glasses and the basket of whatever,
He awakes the next morning not in his bed and with a hangover,
Lying on his left arm was this woman he drank beautiful, for sure,
Grossed out he thinks of chewing off his arm to not make her stir,
He somehow escaped and rushed home for a shower and a scrub,
Cut a long story short, he has given up thinking, drinking in this pub.
The end
Copyright © Mark Paul Van Der Merwe | Year Posted 2016
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