Beer Night

How can one express a simple joy
in as many words as a song
four verses long and a refain?
Today, it didn't rain
as the Friday night Sun shone
brightly in black and grey
as Cupid's minions shot
everything from one to twenty
and we all made merry
when the darts pieced the cork
to mark where all turbulence
will surely rest— at least,
for the foreseeable future.

Do I wish to compete and take a chance
to kill the red and green bull at the
centre of everyone's attention?

No.

But I must,
if it will make you happy.