The time for singing, dancing, and drink
Is gone with toilets flushed;
The careless fancy booze supplied
Is vanished in a rush.
No natural coloured drink or food was had
Nor puked upon the grass;
From countries far and wide we sipped
Then passed around the flask.
The talk that felt important then
Will soon all be forgot,
When waking with our pounding heads
From far too many shots.
Through desert mouth and bones that ache
Are gratitude and glee,
To know I’m welcome any time
Among such company.
by Harry Husbands
Photo by Richie Drew!