Stag Night

With bleary eyes, yawning and blinking,
he finds waking up a bit of a wrench;
it is the result of serious binge drinking
and sleeping rough on a park bench.

He half remembers doing cartwheels
and vainly looking for his home address.
He wonders why he’s wearing high heels,
a pair of stockings and a tight red dress.

He knows full well he looks like a tart
yet can’t explain the events of last night.
Maybe he’s an actor who’s playing a part
and wants his character to be just right.

But the insolent taunts of his roommates
make him see red and he loses his rag;
he then erupts when his best friend states
that it’s his fault that he chose to go stag.

Now that he’s sober he realises with shock
that unless he locates the proper church
he won’t get married at twelve o’clock
and his intended will be left in the lurch.

© Luigi Pagano 2009