Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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A few months ago, on line reader Aoife McGee a past resident of Carrigaline, Co. Cork Ireland who now lives in Sydney, Australia, sent us a worthwhile poem called "The Winds of Change".
Her poem this week is not one I'd pretend to know anything about, but then I don't always believe everything I say, if you know what I mean.
Excess
It's Friday night and I'm going out
It's been a while and I've gone without
A wine, vodka, a gin and tonic
Tonight we three will be more than platonic
The atmosphere is electric as I sip number one
A flirt, a wink, a chat and a laugh
The good times have begun
With number two, three and then four
I'm the life of the party on the dance floor
Arms, hands and legs flailing wildly
I can tell the crowd is eager for more
By number five I'm feeling so alive
By number six I've had more than my fix
By number seven....no longer in heaven
Skip number eight and fall at my front gate
Oh, where's my key I've cut my knee
And look at my brand new shoes
Sshhh...the neighbours, must not make noise
Must carry myself with grace and poise
Here's my key, must find the hole
Yes, at last I'm in
Tip toe along to the kitchen
And fall over the bin
Crash, bang clatter, oh what's that smell
Leftover curry all over the floor
God, I don't fell all that well
A cup of tea would put me right
If only I could see the kettle
Alas, no and off to bed I go
Won't be too good in the morning I know
Oh, my head!
© Aoife McGee
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