Why did you go and do it?
You really shouldn’t you know
Maybe you thought you were being clever
being spurred on by that One extra drink
You came out with a torrent
of blue words and innuendo
till you looked for the nearest exit
and found there was nowhere to go
So dressed up like a dancing queen
you walk down night time streets
whilst your friends hide in your shadows
created by your stark bare feet
The Inkwell 