She was well used to his antics
Paying scant attention once they were on home turf
He could negotiate stairs-wells with ease
Go from room to room naked as a jay bird
Never even stub a toe.
They were party animals as were their friends
Occasionally they would have themed nights
It was their turn this particular weekend
The partying went on until the early hours of the morning.
Once it finally wound down
She went unconscious once her head hit the pillow.
On waking next morning he was missing from her bed
She found him stretched out on the couch downstairs wrapped in a bathrobe
She did not possess a pink bathrobe.
Peeling it off him as quick as you would peel a banana
Shock horror he was wearing a G-string
The party was now turning into a nightmare.
He couldn’t explain this away with the excuse it must have been the sleepwalking
Then from the lounge area emerged the owner of the bathrobe
Dressed in a fancy dress chicken outfit.
©Chris Black. May 9th 2019