And now the end is near
And I must face the consequences
But, oh! I feel so weak
You must be my amanuensis.
I planned the party well
I met them all upon the stairway
But, once they were inside,
They did it my way.
Replies, I had a few,
But I invited more than forty.
When only half turned up
The words I used were rather naughty!
Poor hubby nearly choked-
A peanut trapped inside his airway.
He coughed it up at last
And fired it my way.
But what’s in this drink? It tastes like snot
And that Madras is far too hot!
You need to go; I’ve had enough
And, if you lot don’t like it, tough!
You’ve had your scoff, now bugger off
And hit the highway!
First published in ‘Star Tips for Writers’