Poetry thread

I've been trying to write a humorous poem -this is the best I've come up with so far.

I call it "Friends with differences"

Aspen and Norman
Were walking on the sand
Aspen was delighted
To see shells close at hand
Aspen said "The sun is setting, see the pink and gold?"
Norman said "it's getting dark, and also rather cold"

Aspen and Norman
Were walking into town
Norman was delighted
To see the Horse and Crown
Norman said "Lets have some drinks, we might find some new mates"
Aspen said "Its getting dark, and also rather late"

Aspen and Norman
Walked to the cinema
To watch a motion picture
That was set among the stars
Norman said "It's great that we both like this film, that's groovy!"
Aspen said "Its getting dark, shut up and watch the movie"

Aspen and Norman alone on the pier,
What a disaster, we've run out of beer.
Eight cans of Tenants, they'd sunk them with ease,
While viewing the sparkling sewage release.

Off to the chippie, they ambled on time,
Just as they opened, and tripped on the sign.
Another did spy, free food on the fly,
Swooped down the gull, with a curdling cry.

"Oh no you don't", our duo did say,
But other ideas, had the dog, a stray.
Without food to eat, to the pub they went,
The night playing darts, till money was spent 

Homeward they rode on the bus they did take, 
The pothole a hit, and tyre it did break.
Spare bus came along, radio blaring,
Too noisy by far, our pair stood staring.

Middle of the road, without much caring,
Waving it away, they made a new bearing.
Through fields full of cows, they plodded to home,
And trod in a pat, along with a groan.

All ended up well, they fell into bed,
Confused in the dark, they slept in the shed.
The hedgehog was near, and cuddled up tight,
Beneath twinkling stars, we'd wish them goodnight.

Aspen and Norman alone on the pier,
What a disaster, we've run out of beer.
Eight cans of Tenants, they'd sunk them with ease,
While viewing the sparkling sewage release.

Off to the chippie, they ambled on time,
Just as they opened, and tripped on the sign.
Another did spy, free food on the fly,
Swooped down the gull, with a curdling cry.

"Oh no you don't", our duo did say,
But other ideas, had the dog, a stray.
Without food to eat, to the pub they went,
The night playing darts, till money was spent 

Homeward they rode on the bus they did take, 
The pothole a hit, and tyre it did break.
Spare bus came along, radio blaring,
Too noisy by far, our pair stood staring.

Middle of the road, without much caring,
Waving it away, they made a new bearing.
Through fields full of cows, they plodded to home,
And trod in a pat, along with a groan.

All ended up well, they fell into bed,
Confused in the dark, they slept in the shed.
The hedgehog was near, and cuddled up tight,
Beneath twinkling stars, we'd wish them goodnight.

Aspen and Norman a-bowling did go,
Ten pins a-flying, it made a good show.
A crowd gathered round, admiring their spin,
Curved was the line, took out all the pins.

Onward they played, amounting a score,
"Bravo" was the cry, "a record for sure."
It just goes to show, you never can know,
Where hidden skill lies, so go with the flow.

"What shall we do next?", our Norman enquired,
"The world's your oyster, till you are tired."

Aspen doesn't usually like going to the pub, but maybe the 8 cans of lager beforehand and the darts game (with an activity involving number scoring) helped.

I wonder what they'll do next???