28 November 2012
Party at mine,
Don't bother making a line.
Push on through,
Skip the horrid queue.
Lights flashing bright colours,
Lets escape our fathers and mothers.
People dancing on the tables,
Girls tripping over wires and cables.
Mountains of drinks piled to the sky,
A few groups that are a bit too high.
Long hair and short skirts,
Here you go men- go and flirt.
Grab a girl and dance the night away,
Don't think about tomorrow- think of today.
Party! • Opuss № I