Christmas do - a poem about getting drunk

It is alas that time of year, to get the suck me in knickers out,

Glue on fake claws, bath in tan and gloss a oversized pout.

Shoes too high and skirt too short, will I pull goes through my mind,

But this is the office christmas do, I'll probably drink lots snog badly and land on my padded behind.

I start off with good intentions, a soft drink in between,

But next fuzzy morning, flashbacks, snoggin in the cupboard I hope I wasnt seen.

There is always a wall flower turned into a fox,

Cleavage all out there with tumbling glossy locks.

Maybe this year I'll be cool and have just a few rum?

But somehow my hand always finds my dishy boss's bum.

Chicken fillets in place an impressive bust I now have got,

Time to get the polly filler to cover the giant spot.

Then into the taxi after knocking few shots back,

I'm timid at first then on arrival us girls hunt like a pack.

Okay its half past one and I drank more than a few,

I was in the cupboard and observers formed a que.

Oh hell will never live this one down,

For embarrasing office christmas do's I surely wear the crown.

 Any embarrasing Christmas work do stories ?? please share so we can all feel better about what we got up to ....