A glass vibrates on the table top.
Far away, a worrying sound,
The rumble of flesh from the other side of town
Sup up your beer, collect your fags, before we're hit by flying jam rags
Clattering heels and giggling squeals, they scream, they howl, they hiss
Totter down the cobbles, teeshirts a wobble
Hen night on the piss
beneath giggling flesh.
fussy who we're shagging, just get us a rum and black in,
- Furniture makers in the 1700s, specialising in the Rococo and Neo-Classical.