went out dancing, the fellows
and i,
clubbing before
the word
clubbing was in style.
it was more
like bar
hopping, going from
one pub
to another,
hoping to catch a smile,
or a dance
with some damsel
in a dress.
we were rough around
the edges
and always
counting our money
so we were often rebuffed
by the smarter
sex. they'd be
laughing at our boyish
charms,
always leaving with a taller,
bloke,
more monied,
more sophisticated,
winking at us as they left,
holding the lucky boy's
arm.
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