Endless records being spun. <br />Everybody's having fun. <br />Girls wearing sparkly tops. <br />The cork from a champagne bottle pops. <br /> <br />Girls with gelled and laquered hair, <br />Dance with hands up in the air. <br />The music with a boom boom beat, <br />Makes everybody move their feet. <br /> <br />Girls with delicate strappy shoes, <br />Sitting cross-legged drinking booze. <br />Downing drinks which are very fizzy, <br />And suddenly feeling rather dizzy. <br /> <br />Coloured lights flicker and flash. <br />Feeling sick, to the loo, people dash. <br />Music so loud, you can't be heard. <br />Trying to chat, you can't catch a single word. <br /> <br />Groups of girls having a laugh, <br />Watching the guys acting daft. <br />Groups of girls kiss and embrace, <br />All dressed up in satin and lace. <br /> <br />People at the bar are five or six deep: <br />The drinks, however, are far from cheap. <br />People are dancing on the floor. <br />There's a fight with bouncers at the door. <br /> <br />Cocktails topped with coloured umbrellas. <br />Girls on the hunt for handsome fellas. <br />Guys looking for willing girls to bed: <br />For one night stands - not to wed. <br /> <br />Girls pout with ruby red lips. <br />People go on drug induced 'trips.' <br />By the end of the night, <br />There's one more fight. <br /> <br />Soon, people head home, <br />By taxi or drunkenly roam. <br />Soon, they crawl into bed, <br />Complete with a very sore head!<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-clubbing/
