back to....front

Back to.... front
A night out.. What a stunt
The boys the girls around did bring
Merrily and sensually did they all sing
A tot of cream liqueur times ten
Crazy did they make down in the den
The music loud it boomed it based
Liqueur no longer now whisky the taste
Each partook to pour another
The din of drunkards the burps did smother
By one by one the party fell
Each one quite sickly one could tell
The girls forgotten the boys a slur
What happened that night became a blur
And now the bog his best friend be
Eyes shut tight not wanting to see
Each eruption a gurgle into the pit
The vomit spewed and then the spit
He cursed he promised never again
Until the phone rang...an invite to the den.

RB.