Girls Night

Girls Night

A Poem by Jane Bruce



Girls Night”


Clock watching, tick tock and the clock strikes five,

Clocking off on a Friday is a full on thrive,

As you think to yourself, What can I wear?,

Shall I put my hair up or back comb it like Cher?.


Run through the car park, your keys in your hand,

Opening the door of your car sure feels grand,

What time are we meeting? I can't remember,

As the sun is still shining in this month of September.


The traffic is busy, rush hour is slack,

On the roads there's a long line of cars back to back,

Hurry up, come on, move your car the lights are green,

As you witness some of the worst drivers you have ever seen.


Finally, thank God you're almost home,

As you run in the house and pick up the phone,

Ringing around your girls to check the plan,

Everything is in order, Oh I need to do my tan!.


Your bath in full flow as you gulp down your tea,

As the phone rings away, Mum it will be for me,

She knows only too well what Fridays' bring,

As you're up in your bedroom, getting ready you sing.


Mum shouts up the stairs, Don't forget your key,

Cos last week you woke me at a quarter to three,

I won't I promise, it's in my bag,

Asking your Mum if she would ring you a cab.


We're meeting in the Towers up in the village,

You arrive in time as the shots flow with no spillage,

The band on stage, you can't hear yourself think,

You approach the bar, ordering another drink.


Onto the nightclub, last orders have gone,

As the pub slowly empties until there are none,

Taxi, you shout as one passes by,

It pulls over swiftly, us girls on our high.


The music blasting, the beat of the base,

Familiar faces all around the place,

Dancing, laughing, exchanging chat,

In our happy place is where we're at.


The time draws in and comes to an end,

As you walk outside with all your friends,

Time to head home our night is done,

Best make sure I do not wake my Mum.


Homeward bound in the back of a cab,

Just experienced the best night we've ever had,

Running make-up and fallen out curls,

But that's Friday night out with my girls!!!!.



Written by Jane Bruce 2020

© 2020 Jane Bruce


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this is fun and so creative, very well written

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Jane Bruce

3 Years Ago

Thank you!! :)

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Jane Bruce
Jane Bruce

Wallasey, Wirral, United Kingdom



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I have been writing poetry for a few years and have now moved onto short stories. I'm hoping to soon get a publishing contract. I'm also a keen artist which I really enjoy but one thing at a time lol more..

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