thursday night,
heading to pee bee bee n gee,
walk is a bit crook ed,
wait the line with the smirk,
the smirk of the crook ed bunch,
once in, its all a blur,
and once out, its still a blur,
and still the crook ed walk,
to the car we go,
and somehow we are home,
dodging the road which seems to swerve in our direction,
dodging left, then right, then home we find,
this is where the fun begins,
with more of the crook ed smirk,
one by one we fall,
some by liquid,
some by air,
occasionaly one creates the exodus,
in which we all point with laughter,
oh what fun.