Girls Night Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Buxom blondes, fiery red heads
Mousey browns, black as night not in beds
Even a purple headed rocker participating
Bodies bouncing and gyrating
Girls’ night out on the town
Old folk bypassing frown
Noise rising to a fever pitch
From song to song the DJ’s quickly switch
Seamlessly without a hitch
Never a slow song is heard
Raving is the in word
Hours pass, fun filled as it should be
Girls out on a night time spree
Not a man about the place
Such a fast and furious pace
Happy faces sweating with the heat
Keeping moving with the beat
Louder the music seems to rise
The cops turn up, what a surprise
Warnings are passed
To all those amassed
Still onwards the beat goes
Some minus all their clothes
Still this is perfectly alright
Just remember it’s an all girl’s night