Seemingly every Tuesday,
A group of girls impressive,
Meet to get away,
From life’s dulls oh so excessive.
They enjoy a ball of cheese,
A movie or show on tv,
Laugh as much as they please,
And savor a spot of tea.
As the night grows long,
Responsibility calls,
They’ve known it all along,
To bed themselves they must haul.
With a shout of “zapatos”
And a promise for next week,
They know no night comes close,
To their meetings so unique.
**I get bored at work sometimes**
