Your four line poem topic this week is, as promised: the bachelor party.
I'm Seattle bound for a baseball game and a night at the casino, due back sometime on Sunday. I'm scheduling this so I don't have to squeeze it in tomorrow morning, so I'll get to the comments on Friday when I return.
The boys are heading out of town,
They're a bunch of day trippers;
Things won't get too out of hand though,
Cuz the bride said no strippers.
I know you saw that last line coming a mile away. And I don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaare... see you Sunday :)
Assuming they let me back in the country.