(Poem by Sophia Shapira)
The screeching cars that screech into the night
As to your pillow sheets you cling in fright.
Will the madness of this party ever end?
Or will it still ensue by morning light?
Then mother comes to comfort you, her child –
It’s just the teenage folk a going wild.
This Saturday Night shindig soon will end.
They’re friendly folk. They will not harm you, child.
– – Sophia Elizabeth Shapira
– – 2012-05-08