It’s Friday night
And the bar is hoppin’.
Folks are tired
From Christmas shoppin’.
All around
Drinks off are toppin’
And fists do fly
And guys be droppin’
But I don’t know
What pills they’re poppin’
‘Cause my bed said “Hi”
And into it I drop in.
Tag Archives: Party
A Party They’ll Talk About For Years
Lovely bowl of fuchsia punch
On a granite countertop
Beside a vibrant floral bunch
And someone’s shouting “stop”
As my purebred chocolate lab
Puts Olympians to shame
And crash! They’re calling me a cab
And saying I’m to blame…
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For The Non-Partiers
I’ve got a real shindig
For those wallflowers out there.
I’ve got seats in every corner
To sit silently and stare.
I’m not saying it’ll get crazy,
But heck, you never know!
All y’all are invited.
BYO H2O.
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I Know A Guy… Mostly
Three is a crowd,
Two is a fight,
One feels lonely,
One-point-five is just right.
If you need point five, call me please.
I know a lot of amputees.
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