The Night Out

the night out

She murdered her hair with peroxide; then boiled herself until pink.
She added eye-liner, war paint to her toenails, and shaved her legs over the sink.
Then she squeezed in a dress so revealing, that inner tubes poked from the seams,
And barely upright, clattered into the night on high heels, in search of her dreams.
With a laugh like a drowning hyena, she danced with her handbag, and found
That the guy with mono-browed grey eyes and the stars up his neck had looked round.
So she straightened her hose, grabbed the night by its toes, and the pair of them finished their beer.
’Cos romance of a sort, can be sold off and bought, for a knee trembler under the pier.

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