Stag

Drew the short straw, I always do. Got the 2am stag, out there in the cold Freezing my rocks, cold through my socks, Dare I have a ***, no one will see, Just about to flick me Zippo, A voice reaches out to me. That *** will cost you dear, You'll never know when I am near. Looking all around, not a soul about, Wondering where the voice was, I just couldn't see. It was crystal clear, right next to me. Whoever it was, it did the trick that night. I was on full alert, because of that fright. I was stood down at 4 am by a sad looking lad, To crash for a few hours before end of night. © Dave Timperley 17/10/2021