Poetry

An odd night out….

Out the door
weather the storm
up the road
friday night norm.

In the doors
cross the room
taste the ale,
smoke, perfume.

Prop the bar
argue the toss
swallow the jar
laugh and josh.

Rap the banter
tale  the past
pot the balls
clink the glass.

Fifty quid later
over to Wo,s
fish and chips
find way home.

Down the entry
kick  the dog
drop the cod
speak to God.

Stuff the lot
piss up the wall
never in doubt
an odd night out.

Copyright © 2015 K. C. Dowling

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