The Party!

They crowded into the hotel for the party

sitting in their specific groups

on neatly laid out christmas round tables

wine flowed during the evening

music started to play increasing to blaring

inhibitions lost and more swearing!

 

The happy factor slowly began to deteriorate

aggression began to materialise

those around the tables had the urge to kill

way passed the drunken phase

some realising there was no longer joviality

at the dawn of a dark reality!

 

Niggling amongst the women turned to threats

a slap glasses and bottles throne

punches started flying around the men joined in

dancing abruptly turned to a melee

soon a battle ensued wounded scattered around

as the first casualty hit the ground!

 

Soon the wounded became deaths as the law came

this created even more trouble

as the violence spread to other parts and outside

decorations and presents lay strewn

on shiny lino and carpet along with personal gear

those able were made to clear!

 

Eventually the fighting was brought to an end

the cause had to be investigated

even now rage still simmered as police vans

came in mass to take them to jail

and growing foreboding there would be more

this was a violence not seen before!

 

High in the clouds the mutated spores began to fall

where they had lived for centuries

in another part of the country as the dance began

and they were slowly inhaled

rapidly turned the happy revellers into lunacy

there would be nowhere to flee!

 

THe Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

The Birthday Party!

It would be a party to remember they had said

before leaving for the club.

Already light-headed from the drink consumed

bought from the super market.

The happy group was soon at the night spot

eagerly having their first shot!

 

No cares in the world as the music became louder

one girl in particular was noisy.

Known for her vile temper especially after drinking

by midnight it became a frenzy.

They were dancing when a group of lads arrived

and their privacy deprived!

 

Enjoying themselves in their male free booze zone

the girl with the angry streak.

Began objecting to their very suggestive behaviour

after all it was her birthday party.

as one lad tried to kiss her she exploded in rage

her life turned to a dark page!

 

From the noisy and exciting birthday bash into chaos

as she picked up a bottle.

Bringing it down on his head with a violent force

he collapsed on the floor!

Amongst the other revellers and screaming mates

with her no time for debates!

 

Realising what she had done ran out in a panic

not only pursued by bouncers.

Her disbelieving friends and his yelling mates

who were intent on revenge!

The last girl they caught pushing her into a fence

no chance of defence!

 

Police soon arrested the angry warring teenagers

arresting the girl and the male.

The birthday ending in a sad and violent affray

but both victims recovered well.

Lessons were learnt as it could have been a life lost

at an irreversible cost!

 

Justice was served a suspended sentence for her

and a caution for them!

 

It did not stop them getting drunk a few weeks later!

 

The Foureyed Poet

I Could Have Sworn!

I could have sworn somebody came in

through the restaurant door.

Maybe it was a simple trick of the light

or a reflection within!

This was my initial thought soon I forgot

partying with a rowdy lot.

 

During the evening from the corner of my eye

definitely could have sworn.

Something was moving about the noisy party

too much drink flowed.

Was that causing visions in the atmosphere

my thoughts were not clear.

 

The party rapped early in the morning I sat

viewing the restaurant.

When a lady appeared on a chair next to me

though I was drunk!

But I was polite and flattered she was there

where from I didn’t care!

 

We chatted for a while I must have dozed off

waking she had disappeared.

That memory would have been forgotten

but I went for a meal.

And noticed portraits of her everywhere

unsure why I wasn’t aware!

 

Speaking to the staff I was surprised to learn

she had founded the place.

But had been murdered here two years ago

shot at this very table!

As I looked something again walked close by

did I hear a dying cry?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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