My Poetry. Night out.

Does my bum look big 
In this here dress? 
Is my hair OK 
Or is it a mess? 
What time are we due 
At the restaurant tonight? 
You booked it for seven? 
That wasn't too bright! 
Only four hours to go 
to do my face 
shave my legs
I look a disgrace.
The taxi is here
still need to get dressed
this isn't a fun night
I feel so stressed.
Finally, on our way
I need a stiff drink
The meal was delicious
honey don't you think?
let's start for home
What a fantastic night.
no time for hostility
or even a fight.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025