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
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