It Wouldn’t Be Friday Night! - VILLANELLE
Contributed by
khadim
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Tuesday, 14th August 2007 @ 11:35:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints,
Then it’s down to our local curry house.
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.
Blurry-eyed, staggered through the neon-lit night,
A few times, planted myself against a window,
By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints.
“Hello Robbo!” Shouted Tomo, with the gang.
“Coming for a curry?”
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.
Belting out “Vindaloo! Vindaloo! Vindaloo!
Me and me mum me dad and gran, and a bucket of Vindaloo!”
By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints,
Crashed through the door,
“The best in town!” declared Robbo.
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.
“No need for menus, pal, Vindaloo all round!” shouted Robbo.
“Pint each, and make the Vindaloo Hot!”
By chucking out time, I’ve downed ten pints,
It wouldn’t be a Friday night, if we didn’t go for an Indian.
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2007-08-14 23:35:23] (Date/Time posted on
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