The balloons, the food, the table ready
A glass of red my nerves to steady.
Guests are running little late
Doorbell chimes, shadows moving
Welcome hugs and welcome schmoozing.
Chit chat here and chatting there
Glass of bubbly, glass of beer;
Start to feel the party cheer.
Jokes and banter take front stage
Laughs and smiles as folk engage.
As food is served to hunger zap.
Guests are talking with much more verve
‘Tis a conversational hors d’oeuvre.
Food is chomped, chewed and savoured
Jokes and jests not unlaboured.
Bringing ooohs and more cheer.
Music switched, party thickens.
Vogueing, moves to catch the beat
Feelings merged, feelings meet.
From one to many, minds a melding
A smorgasbord of passions welding.
Folk start bonding, passions rising,
Some a little more surprising.
Music changes, dancing rhythms
Thoughts intense and very wise
Feelings bolder, emotional highs.
Chilling down the party corps.
Queues start forming for the loos.
Stragglers searching for their coats
Couples sowing their wild oats.
Still guests laughing at a joke.
Mood is tender as sun it rises
Breakfast smells the guests’ surprises.
Ashtrays filled up to the edge
Glasses, cups, on every ledge.
Party’s over, collecting drugs.
New day, new friends, new beginnings
Party time the barriers thinning.