An Evening outside a Pub/ Disco

On an evening with mind to relax and rest,
To free the soul and fill the idleness,
I went near a pub, and my eyes glew and then went dull,
Few galls all tight from top to Thighs,
Came swirling making cheap noise,
short on dress and short on sense,
I stared with surprise, and my heart opened out,
The tall girls with short tights made me write,
They were all messed up by bushes and thorns,
The garden that brought them up, had bushes only,
Those buds and budding ups were all thrown by dusty storm,
Because they were shedding and falling down before flowering,
Perhaps The pre-mature sabotage or early firing is the gift they received from pubbing life