Karaoke Night

Sweet Caroline wasn’t my best decision,
but I wasn’t embarrassed.
We were all in one of those moods
where we didn’t sit upright
and all our wrongs were slipped in our back pocket.

And then he sang about a boxer.

La-la-la
la-la-la-la

I swam in his melody
and the gin and tonics I couldn’t stop ordering.
The cheap rainbow disco lights
couldn’t have been more inappropriate.
The crowd helped him finish the final chorus:

la-la-la-la-la

About Ry

It's so magical, it's gay.
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