The Light

The village gathered around
to see the light on the hill.

Saturated in whiskey and humour,
three brave souls staggered towards the light.

Some looked horrified, others confused, and
one took a nap.

The first to arrive cried, “It’s bloody Steve with a torch up his arse!”

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