Here Come the Hens

NaPoWriMo Day 11 and today’s poem is called Here Come the Hens

Here Come the Hens

Here come the hens,

here come the hens.

High heels clack, clack, clacking

in time to the rhythm of suitcases

stuffed with slogan t-shirts and pink tutus

rumbling like trains on tracks

towards budget hotels.

The clink, clink, clinking

of cheap vodka bottles

stashed in oversized handbags

waiting to be downed in plastic cups

whilst piling on the slap

in readiness for a night of thrills.

An undercurrent

of heightened arousal simmers,

eager to pop like champagne,

in anticipation of the weekend’s fun.

Make way, make way

here come the hens.

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