Seven blistering buds bicker
under the blasting burning sun.
Six brewskis cracked open,
but just a diet coke for Dave.

Five lay topless whilst they
bathe under the sun’s glory.
Four ask for one more
as their beverages run dry.

Three decide to stay for tea
whilst the others are set free.
Two have seared steak,
but again – just a salad for Dave.

One means its time to run,
everyone rushes back to their homes.
Zero minutes left in the day,
and as the clock strikes midnight.

DING DING DING DING

It means its time for Dave
to come out and play…
He sneaks to the fridge
and reaches for a chilled cider.

Picks it up with a tight grip and grasp,
pulls out a chair – he kicks back and relaxes.
Because fuck it…
Shadow Dave is in control now,
and Shadow Dave despises diet coke.
The End