I'm writing Monday's sonnet on Tuesday
The reason? Thought I'd come home on the late
Train, but in vain - didn't miss it - I stayed
Out drinking and dancing with two poet mates
Way beyond half eleven - it was light
When we left the club, walked past the shut shops
But found Burger King open for a bite
And two much-needed coffees for a shot
Of recovery after the beer glut
The Liver birds were flying on Monday
Around the dance floor in such tight short skirts
Wonder how the locals would all react
If I'd worn my nurse outfit on Mersey-
side streets - would it be trouble, or just great?
Written about previous evening / night / morning of Monday 24 June / Tuesday 25 June
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