Lifes like that?

Of some drink and old Panties

Get so drunk see a picture that is not there
of a beautiful woman with long blond hair
standing so small and quaint in that town's
square. Whisper sweet nothings into her
ear and the stage is set and intention is
clear. Kiss and cuddle in street lamplight
the way she kisses is out of sight.

Invite her home to your flat seems it's getting steamy
she is oh so holy god dam dreamy. Stumble up some creaky stair tiptoe past a sleepy friend hopefully unaware. Fall into bed and passion burns with drink fuelled breath and swimming in body odour the bed is getting very wet. Drink dulls senses falling fast
asleep wake in sunshine take a leak.


Start to get back to bed look at the body that's sleeping still and look at the old panties on the windowsill. For the picture you got the night before turns out to be a white haired granny with quiet a snore. Feeling faint at the thought of what you did and said plus trying to shake the drink soaked head. She opens her eyes and says quite clearly "Glory for you and the drink that you drank and thank you deary".

By Ben K