Party Animal (Poetry)
22nd October 2010
Ms Jekyll hid her dippy side —
that alter ego fired by booze —
as party-crashing Mistress Hyde
she teetered loud in high-heeled shoes.
She played the dowdy mouse by day
and quiet about her business went
tight-buttoned in bookkeeper grey
no trace of lipstick, blush or scent.
By night, made up in party mode
she donned her scarlet and let rip —
displayed what nature had bestowed
by way of bust and pouty lip.
She fuelled her tanks with guzzled wine
then like a wildcat took the floor
and trod that barely decent line
that some, not all, forgave her for.
When three sheets to the wind she sailed
exhibiting her fearless streak
then all attempts at calming failed —
too wrecked to feel, too numb to speak.
She was the clichéd life and soul
performing lewd and tasteless feats
yet by next morning, so we’re told
her mind knew naught but balance sheets.
that alter ego fired by booze —
as party-crashing Mistress Hyde
she teetered loud in high-heeled shoes.
She played the dowdy mouse by day
and quiet about her business went
tight-buttoned in bookkeeper grey
no trace of lipstick, blush or scent.
By night, made up in party mode
she donned her scarlet and let rip —
displayed what nature had bestowed
by way of bust and pouty lip.
She fuelled her tanks with guzzled wine
then like a wildcat took the floor
and trod that barely decent line
that some, not all, forgave her for.
When three sheets to the wind she sailed
exhibiting her fearless streak
then all attempts at calming failed —
too wrecked to feel, too numb to speak.
She was the clichéd life and soul
performing lewd and tasteless feats
yet by next morning, so we’re told
her mind knew naught but balance sheets.