Don’t stall,

Get out, watch the steps, don’t fall,

Nobody can stay,

So you’re bigger than me, yes tall,

The place is closed and that’s all…

No more drinkin’

Go home to your wife stinkin’

Barely able to walk let alone drive,

Better in the back seat of a cab you do your blinkin…

Closin’ time it has come,

No more coke and rum,

Take your money and go home on the run,

Or sleep it off on a bench and wait for the sun…

You can return tomorrow night,

For now we need a rest,

We have all come of this night to the end time,

As well you have reached the end of this rhyme…

© ed ~ 10/26/05