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Most people say they're coming
For the music, voices humming,
And the rapture and the glasses' happy clinks -
And perhaps they are not lying
But there's surely no denying
That I only come to parties for the drinks.
I can't stand the silly chatter
And the unexpected clatter
Of another tray of crockery's demise;
And I do not like to notice
How unmusical a throat is
After three cigars and Dubonnet on ice.
When the voices grow too groggy
And the owners get too soggy
And the blasted fumes take over from old cares
I surely won't get mixed in it –
I pour another drink and flit
And continue reading novels on the stairs.
I suppose that there is no one
As will ever cause me throw one
But if it should chance to happen, have your fun –
Shan't be there to spoil your pleasure:
As it's privacy I treasure,
After having thrown that party I will run!
- COMMENTS
DawnJover 11 years ago*chuckles* Actually, I'm not much for "fun" like this, either, so I fully appreciate the way the speaker starts out happily enough, but ends up deserting at the first opportunity! That sounds like me! *grins*
SweetOblivionover 11 years agoThe first verse is brilliant but it does seem to fade away after that. There again I suppose getting into one's cups is anti climactic - a little like the way this verse is shaped.
Not sure if the line in verse four " I surely won't get mixed in it –" quite scans with the rest of the verse - the rhythm seems slightly forced.
Sweet O.
