I pulled up at some traffic lights
Waiting to turn right
Then from around the corner
There came such a sight
Three girls in their finery
Heading out for the night
The face paint so perfect
Their smiles pearly white
They tottered along on
Their heels such a height
Their legs barely covered
By skirts tiny and tight
The ensemble’s completed
By hair that’s just right
After going round Angie’s
To prepare for tonight
For that moment they’re happy
They’re already quite tight
After drinking some bottles
Of Angie’s dry white
The night is still young
Their spirits are bright
As they stagger towards
What they hope’s a big night
Ange might wake tomorrow
Feeling something’s not right
The face in the mirror
Could give her a fright
Her lipstick’s all smudged
She looks quite a sight
The hair’s everywhere
And that light is too bright
She’ll look even closer
Thinking back on her night
Trying to remember
When she got that love bite
Those streaks of mascara -
She’d cried most of the night!
Because of their spitefulness
Causing that great big fight
I watched them head off
As I sat at the lights
“Hell’s Bells” was my first thought
“That’s a scary sight!”
Then the lights changed
And I went on my way
Wondered who would be happier
Come the next day
(Martin A W Holmes February 27 2011)
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