Low on wardrobe I sported
running shorts and
a maroon cardigan borrowed
from Izzy the physiotherapist
Weak of belly I swerved the barbecue
but felt compelled to accept a
boogie with the
resident ladyboy(s) as the
band played international hits. Shots followed
rapido the girls became hazy jigsaws
Andy from Leeds drones on about The Beach
and wasabi peas as I observe:
The band are hairy hobbits
who look like they'd rather be playing
thrash metal
and as the club empties out
they launch into a furious medley of Sabbath riffs
Ha ha see! I exclaim to
nobody as my tempo companions
have retreated to the huts
Time passes, wardrobes malfunction
and a bottle of Mekhong is
being passed around by the pool
Izzy and Sal suggested skinny
dipping and sipping -
will the adventure never end
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