Bill Lindsay Poet Quatrain

Party Time

it had promised to be such a wonderful night,
I was dressed to the nines and I hoped that I might 
celebrate the event without getting too drunk;
but it all fell apart ‘ere the first drink was sunk

just one sip – but my inner man told me to stop  
‘cos it looked like a rainbow from bottom to top;
what I hoped was a beer was none of the kind
it was twelve separate shots - man I must have been blind

I was urged to drink up as my friends laughed along,
but pretty soon I knew that something was wrong;
as the room began spinning, my brain then and there
very quickly decided I needed some air

as I staggered outside with my mind fading fast 
both my watches told me that ten minutes had passed;
I tried to stand straight but my knees wouldn’t hold
and I crashed to the ground, now completely out cold

And the next thing I knew was the wind in my hair
and where were my shoes? They were my favourite pair!
There was laughter and honking around me, but why?
I was naked apart from my socks and my tie …

Far from shooting the breeze - not quite cutting a rug 
I was strapped to the front of a Volkswagen bug;
with my hands and feet tied to the bonnet and doors
being driven round town by my subjugators …

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