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.
