A fight outside, on my quiet street.

Two drunken pieces, of over cooked meat.

A lot of pushing, a lot of pointing.

Loud angry voices, deep and threatening.

Average age of fifty plus.

30 stones of bile and puss.

The wrong wife kissed,kissed, kissed.

Punches missed, missed, missed.

Better and for worse, pissed,pissed,pissed.

Bags of blubber wrestle on the floor.

Ripped shirts and dirt, both want more.

A precise kick from the naughty wife.

Hair is pulled, nails dig in tight.

Then a compromise, hands are shaken.

The drunken couples were mistaken.

What was simply a kiss good night.

Ended up in a foolish fight.