"What the hell"

random again

"What the hell"?

Mouth parched, thought he'd die

Tried but couldn't let out a cry

Skin raw, red and sore

flaking off like never before

Cruel sun shining in half opened eyes

blinking painfully looks up the skies

"where am I, what happened", he tries to think

As his senses returns, he smells a strong stink

Looking around him, trying to see where he's at

he scrambles to his feet at the sight of a rat

he's surrounded by waste, it looks like a dump

now sick as a dog, his heart gives a thump

eventually managing to walk away from that place

covered in dirt and feeling disgrace

on he walks not knowing to where

His head so sore now he little does care

Out of nowhere he hears someone laugh

"Here mate", a voice said "your needing a bath"

Shading his eyes with his hands he looks on

It sounds like his childhood mate called Ron

But it can't be and where the hell is he

He sees a white beach and the bluest serene sea

Then it all starts to come back, flashes he sees

He's on his stag do, he remembers falling to his knees

after too many shots and striptease joints

towards Ron, his finger points

"You b******s", he says as the truth resonates

they must've left him at the dump in the worst of states

Relief flooded through him now he was aware

his head had been filled with fear and despair

he'd imagined he'd been captured and left there to die

he didn't admit it but he'd had a good cry

lying in that stinking dump, feeling so bad

No memory at all, left him feeling so sad

The thoughts that went on in his head

Thinking he'd been beaten and left there for dead

He thought he was a soldier or maybe a spy

and for the sake of his country, was preparing to die

But now he remembered, they were in Spain

He made a vow, never to drink again

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Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Ha...ha...ha...very good! It is said; “No real stag party is complete without stitching up the groom-to-be at least once. But I can’t help thinking, why do intelligent, relatively sensible men regularly put themselves through the physical, emotional and spiritual trauma of a stag do? This is a great write; highlighting (in a humorous, poetic context) the pitfalls of the ‘Stag’! Kudos my friend …

[KT-B]

haha thanks for the kind review Phil, glad you enjoyed it - I've had writer's block so just writing anything that comes into my head to try get over it......I don't know why men do it, it must be quite scary having a stag do and wondering what on earth your mates have got planned!! :)

[Chris]

Chuckling here... what we DO for fun and custom!

[KT-B]

I'd love to hear some real stag do stories but men never tell! so I made up my own story lol :)

[Paul Bell]

Why do we always say, never again.
Why do we always end up in daft places.
Like under a hedge, ten feet from my house. lol
Though, its got to be done.

[KT-B]

this was so random I had forgot all about it hahaha

[KT-B]

it was inspired when I woke up with a very bad hangover one morning lol

[Paul Bell]

Should be ashamed of yourself.

[KT-B]

haha extremely!! though I wasn't as bad as the guy in this story lol

[Relic]

Laughing here, I enjoy a good ending to a great poem. You gave me one. :)

[KT-B]

nice one, glad you enjoyed and had a laugh - thanks for reading & reviewing :)