Poem Number 177 - Wow! Such A Weekend And Monday Night!

Wow! Such a wonderful weekend and Monday night!

To a twenty-first party of such beauty of girls.

A night of talking to girls with little ease,

To meet such a nice crowd of young people.

To my delight, Lionel and Paul wanted to go there,

To explore a night of such lonesome women, all around.

But as the night had drawn closer to a crowd of a midnight café,

My friend Lionel was walking outside with Rene.

The woman whom had prepared the chicken of garlic galore,

The woman whom had kissed Lionel and left with an ulcer.

At the very next day, Lionel said he didn’t want to know her,

My reasonable thoughts are because he still loves his own Cathy.

With Paul, grass-skiing in the front with Lyndal,

Both had been left with green marks on their clothes.

But never the less, Paul had made it with her once,

And broken the condom, after a coming instance.

‘Sir Rodney-Rude Lloyd’ flashed his leather tie around,

And interrupted conversations of other loves.

Carrying on………like a hypocrite of the ‘sixties’,

Talking to an ‘Alison girl’ of blond sweetness.

On Monday night after a movie, ‘ A fine mess’,

The 'Svensons’ turned out to great success to Lionel and myself,
Cathy and Karen (young HSC’ers of 1986),

Dancing and talking to both of us, with such ease.

Meeting with Michael, a nineteen year old manager,

With an interesting past lifestyle history,

Telling me, of special jobs he does for coppers,

Just so, he doesn’t get booked for car speeding.

And then a fire commenced amongst the Club’s ferns,

I jumped, to put out what needed to be destroyed.

Whether it was set deliberate or just out of sprite,

I ended up with two cans of beer, for being a small time firefighter.