Friday is here and dressed to the tee
in bandana and bangles, we’re free
as tigers huntin’ the jungle for prey
we’re looking for ladies ready for(e) play
Friday, the city is pumpin’ as we hit
bars for the booze, skippin’ the chits
we’re laughin’ at nothin’ finding our cue
bein’ the cause of chaos and hullabaloo
Friday is here, we’re young, we’re free
in stupor, we stumble, ‘morrow you’ll see
how we ‘ have transformed from happy
and able to grumpy, tired, and snappy
Today Punam is hosting on dVerse and we are given a list of words to use that come from the Indian subcontinent.
For some reason, I went time-traveling back in time to when I was much younger. I was never anything like this, but I think that sometimes it was something I strived for.
October 25, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Well…..I for one can not see you like this in your youth!!! But then, my guess is there were moments you might have come close???? Loved the rhyming here and the fun tone.
Ah! Friday dressing has a new definition in your verse. Love your take, made me smile.
I don’t think I’d like these guys! And I can’t picture you in bangles. 🙂 But I did like your clever foreplay pun.
Young folks know the drill and are willing to pay the price. As Fred Durst sings, “I did it all for the nooky.”
Made me think of A Clockwork Orange.
Friday nights for hullabaloo and Saturday morning stupor! What a picture! Loved the way you incorporated the Indian-origin words to paint the transformation.
An idea of fun that we eventually grow out of, thankfully.
An interesting reverie😊
Much❤love
This is was such a clever write Bjorn. Made me smile!
A youthful poem, sounds like a good time!
What a fabulous, fun poem! I love the snappy way this reads and the memories it evokes. 🙂
Love your use of the prompt, and the cool rhyming!