Down from the ground
There came a sound
Of the breaking of glass
The first going to be last
He was drunk
Like a punk
The jukebox played Bobby Magee
The thing shrieked like a Banchee
The man was all in cuts
Someone said “Oh I am gonna throw up my guts”
He slipped in the spews
Then lost his shoes
And got stuck
In the muck
The bouncers came round
The fists came flying
No time for crying
Sound of the fire alarm
Now there was all calm
Then came the police
And they were all fleeced
Nigel C.
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