POEM: Nightlife in Burnley
On the bubblegum bruised street
Mummies pull in Pharoahs Bar
Teens pop out of Walkabout
In heels and wonder bras
Tottering on swollen feet
Trollied tribes of lads they greet
Full of spliff and coke and whizz
Round the pre club bars they fizz
Foaming mouthed fit as fleas
But as shots are downed,
Buckle in Bees Knees
Midnight belches, screams and chatter
Mingle with bahjis, booze and batter
Then as the lightweights stumble home
Swarms of clubbers start to roam
Forming queues around the block
In clouds of Klein and Aftershock
At two am a kind of truce
But inside the clubs
All hell let loose
Then looking for love or a fight
They spew out of Lava/Ignite
Then the empire strikes back
Launching future heart attacks
With burgers, and kebabs
In Bibis, Istanbul and Flames Grill
The final stragglers have their fill
Then commandeered cabs are crammed
A scene played out across the land
No surrender just disordered retreat
Another frantic Saturday
On Hammerton Street
Nick Verity
Bridge Street
Padiham