One Night In Stroud

I stumbled drunkenly through Stroud Passed the kebab van on the hill, When all at once I saw a crowd Of ladettes – taunting the old bill; Just for a lark, just for a wheeze, Flirting and dancing, dressed to tease. Bedecked with bling, drinking cheap wine, A clowder of cats out to play, Perfume and bags by Calvin Klein All you can eat slapper buffet. Looking for violence not romance, Tossing the V’s in fighting stance. The plods approached askance, as they Ignored them and crouched down to pee; The deluge nearly washed away, The council’s prized floral display! I gazed – amazed - at just how short; Their skirts were and indeed how taut. Often now – I sit down and cry (Sometimes it puts me off my food) When I recall what I did spy The female form so crass and rude; Those harpies in search of cheap thrills, Stooped - pissing on the daffodils. (apologies to Mr Wordsworth)