Charli's left big toe

Charli's left big toe

It’s Friday night people,

We’re out on the town,

Well some of us inside,

Behave like a clown,

And one of those people,

Is called CharliBob,

She’s had too much wine,

And become quite a knob,

She’s set me a challenge,

To write her some lines,

Her big toe the topic,

The left one defined,

We know that it’s painted,

And pink is the shade,

From status of robot,

I know she has strayed,

And now she is dancing,

She’s simply the best,

Controls all the men,

With her lovely chest.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.