During recent conversation I had about getting home safely from a night out, a friend boasted about not getting run over on her way home. This comment struck me as being really funny perhaps because of the pride in her voice when she said it.

Well, I didn’t get run over, so that’s always good,

In fact, the night ended, just how it should.

A few shots of this, the odd pint of that,

Until on my face, I almost fell flat.

The high heels I wore, were not made to roam,

And yet they stayed on, all the way home.

I’m not sure how I made it, I’ve forgotten the route,

But make it I did, and that’s absolute.