FRIDAY NIGHT
Ray Finch
The lone wolf’s out he’s on the prowl
Come midnight, you will hear him howl
As he sniff’s the air and raises his snout
The girlfriend’s and wives are now coming out
The prey is so pretty, and its waiting there
He knows it’s willing and ready to snare
Discarded rings, white bands now showing
Husbands at home and no way of knowing
He licks his lips he’s picked up the scent
He buys the drinks its money well spent
Now on the dance floor and not alone
Won’t be long, before he’s taking her home
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Author:
Finchy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a fun one
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