Three Word Wednesday requires participants
to use the three words of the week in a composition.
The words this week were abnormal, dangle and lavish.
This is my second attempt at this challenge.
The Party
It was a most lavish affair,
All the cream were there,
With their well tended hair,
And dress was strictly formal.
Their wealth was displayed
In the games that they played
In this most social charade:
A world both strange and abnormal.
They sipped the champagnes
Dangled jewellery and chains
Boasted capital gains
And generally hated each other.
The waiters shimmied past
And refilled their glass
Without ever being asked
They knew they needed another.
They talked posh and polite
And then danced all the night
And if their shoes were too tight
They were far too proud to say so.
When they can drink no more
And are hugging the floor
The host shows them the door
And counts the spoons, once they go.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2012
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Ha ha, what a fun party. Loved the part about counting the spoons. Smiles!
ReplyDeletelooks like you had fun with this one...
ReplyDeleteHumorous and yet, a bit sad to know the deceptions and pretenses with with the modern world lives by. Beautifully penned. I love your rhymes as well as the structure. Keep it up! :)
ReplyDeletePoor, beleaguered souls. I almost feel sorry for them with their wealth and pretention.
ReplyDeleteYes this is what a party scene is like :-)
ReplyDelete'and generally hated each other' nailed this image of ostentation for me. Loved it, poor dears, how they suffer.
ReplyDeleteGlad I don't have to do these anymore. I was one of the ones hugging the floor except I was the hostess.It was the only way to get through the ordeal. Our silver was not deemed expensive enough to be bothered stealing. I remember a guy called Charles (cannot remember his last name because it would give me enormous pleasure to publically humiliate him) who sat next to me ( the hostess)at a dinner party and unashamedly turned the silver over to examine the brand name.
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They don't hate each other.That would involve energy that is better spent on generating more wealth. Sorry for this long drawn out confessional.Any more poems on this subject and I wont comment because I cannot contain my moaning ,
Oops almost forgot...good poem in portraying the depressing aspect of this social milieu.
funny that they'd have to count the spoons when they go.
ReplyDeleteGod! I hate being a party to parties like that!!
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