FIVE
relaxing teenagers spent an evening together,
enjoying their lives like the flick of a feather.
"Farewell, my friends," said one the others,
and then there were
FOUR
understanding men discussing theirselves,
wiping their lives and cleaning the shelves.
"This is my stop," said one to the others,
and then there were
THREE
ambling strangers seeing their stars
and reaching the clouds, talking of mars.
"And here is my home," said one to the others,
and then there were
TWO
travelling boys drinking up the night,
one to talk of wrong and right.
"I've seen it all," says one to the other,
and then there was
ONE
Lonely driver to take himself home.
"That was all," says he to himself,
and with him there were
NONE.

Stupid Brits.