The Girls' Night Out

The Girls' Night Out

An endless round of Saturday nights
In kitten-heel shoes and fishnet tights.
The taxi rides and night-bus stops,
And strapless bras and back-less tops.
A night on the town, just all of the girls,
To see what kind of adventure unfurls.

It's first at the bar to get the round in,
Two vodkas, three wines, a pint and a gin.
Spotting a table, the girls move in fast
Relieved to be off those heels at last.
A chance to catch up, to share all their news,
The girls talk of men, of work, of new shoes.

The few girls with boyfriends soon make their excuses,
And leave without finishing cranberry juices.
Just single girls left, the night changes pace,
And first to get chatted up becomes a race.
As each pair peels off to visit the toilet,
To fix their make-up before dancing can spoil it.

Louise could be winning; he's bought her a drink,
She looks over to check what the other girls think
As Emma and Nicola head up the stairs,
These two find it easier, hunting in pairs.
The group is dispersing; their sights have been set,
They'll meet up at twelve to discuss who they've met.

When they're all back with progress reported
The girls find that mostly their plans have been thwarted,
A few numbers exchanged, and drinks they've been bought,
But far less successful than most of them thought.
Still, it's been a good night, and despite lack of men
Come next Saturday night they'll all do it again.