Saturday, November 15, 2025

Drunk on Friday Night _ new poetry November 2025


Drunk on Friday Night 

Now I got off work 

About 5:05 

Was feeling lucky 

Making it out alive 

No time for passenger side 

Jumped in my pick up truck 

Thank God it wasn't stuck 

And aways away down town

Saw old LeeroyBrown 

He said he was bad all right 

Well there's no need to fight 

Fixin' to blur my eye sight 

Hey let's go get drunk 

Leeroy laid tools in his trunk 

Cranked up some 70's punk 

Hey hey 

Hey hey 

Yeah yeah 

Okay 

Drunk on Friday night 


This ain't no competition 

It's all about repetition 

Bartender a frosted mug

Red wine from a jug 

One after another we chug 

A waitress with her huge hug 

Leeroy Brown he feel in love 

A praying mantis isn't a bug 

He's more like a violin monk 

It's Friday night and he's drunk 

Playing games of Kerplunk 

With marbles and sticks 

He takes it out quick 

Hey who's that chick 

My ear she just flicked 

Wow she's out of sight

Wishing with all my might 

Drunk on Friday night 


Hey hey 

Hey hey 

Yeah yeah 

Okay 


Having so much fun 

Downing one by one 

She twisted his tongue

The master auctioneer 

Made him sound queer

Flirting with a lawn deer

Oh my goodness dear 

He claims he's John Deer

And he's worth a fortune 

Telling everyone in the room

He was on mushrooms

Doing Karaoke into a broom 

We'll be there again real soon 

Drunk on Friday night 


November 15, 2025

John Alan Conte' Jr.

MyStrawHat.com 



Good wishes,
John

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