Another Friday, rain pouring down,
another night in this seaside town
immersed in the usual disco pub
and overwhelmed by this musical hub.
I'm bathing in ber and beautiful women
while soaking in cider with others swimming
against the sad tide with our unlucky looks
seeking romance outside our books.
I'm drowning in the depths of cleavage,
only saved by the jetsam waistage
floating free from the fishing smacks
till washed ashore on bare white backs.
I struggle to stay afloat all evening
till the lights go up and it's time for leaving.
I really need a personal lifeguard
to take in hand this ageing ba(sta)rd.
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