The Good Night Out

Never again - thought Roger

As he stumbled from his bed,

Recalling the night before

With a somewhat pounding head.

The meeting , the pub

The glasses of wine.

The "Come  on - lets get merry!"

That he shouted - feeling fine.

The dancing in the street

The whistles from passers by

His night had been a good one

There was nothing to deny

Recalling his stop at the chip shop

For his usual and some more,

That he ate inside the doorway

Of the bargain shop next door.

Then rising to his feet

To catch the 462,

He tripped upon the pavement

And lost his wine stained shoe.

But the night had been a good one

Roger thought now in his head,

Pulling a chair up at the table

To eat his eggy bread.

His children sat beside him

His wife they all were there

But he couldn't help but notice

Their amusement and their stare.

He pondered why ,

Then thought no more,

As he really was quite famished

He opened wide - then realised

His teeth - my god they'd vanished!

He searched the house,

The garden through,

To find that pearly set,

Before deciding he'd be best to trace

The steps he'd done as yet.

So off he now did scurry

To search the whole town through,

With a kind of a hop

And a kind of limp

As he only had one shoe.

And just when he was feeling

A little tired and weary,

He came across a homeless guy

Who was looking rather cheery.

He sat beside him for a moment

To think the whole night through

When he noticed that

The man was wearing

His pearly teeth and shoe!

When asked just how

He'd come across

These items he possessed,

He turned and said quite simply

"Why - the bargain shop no less"

He looked quite pleased

With his new found goods

And Roger thought it fair,

To not point out his gummy mouth - and matching shoe

As he'd bought them fair and square.

And so whenever now

Roger passes by

The man with his teeth and shoe,

He recalls with a smile his past nights out

And the good that they can do !