The theme was pink and purple
In the Pontville Party tent
And we dressed for the occasion,
Looking good was our intent.
We decorated tables
In purple and in pink
And played with colouring our hair
Asking friends “What do you think?”
And when we turned up for the “do”
We had our nibbles on our plates,
And we also had a drink or two
To share with all our mates.
The Baker Boys performed for us
And they played long and loud.
The dancers surged to the dance floor,
It was a happy party crowd.
I finally made my way back home
My wine bottle the worse for wear,
I danced my way through the pristine grass
I didn’t have a care!
That all changed when I reached my van
And bent to fix my solar light –
I forgot to stop when I leant down
And a dramatic face plant ended my night.
I hope no one saw me-
It was not a pretty sight –
My pride was hurt more than my head
And all because of that stupid light!
To continue the colour theme of the night
My eye is turning purple, not pink
And like Pete and Trish, Rally Managers
I’m swearing off the drink!
March 19, 2017 at 8:06 am
Love your poem. Thanks for the dance. Great night.
March 20, 2017 at 6:43 am
Sounds like an absolute hoot! Walking can be a dangerous business so if there are no broken bones then the alcohol did a wonderful job. 😜
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March 20, 2017 at 8:11 pm
So close but still didn’t meet. I was the first van on the left of the side gateway where everyone entered the Rally