Her breasts shimmered, gleamed with sweat
How heavy could her head dress get
If she did not get them willing to leave
Before the following Christmas eve.

They stood and ordered another beer,
With accents different and full of cheer
One’s eyes drooped and blinked quite long
While the other ogled at her thong

He grinned and drooled in a leering way
That made her think he wanted to play.
But her feet hurt, she needed some sleep
Her eyes burning red, she wanted to weep.

At last the one with the german accent
Stopped his head from its rapid decent
And took the Kiwi by the shoulder
And left before the hour got older.

Copyright SusiQ 2005

This poem was inspired by a friend's picture on Renderosity
"Will you boys ever leave?"