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A Boston Tea Party Prelude

Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, seeming
most content although the nest they’d pieced
together gradually had emptied and grown quiet.
She remembers when her daughters,
chirruping like little birds, implored her please
to make their favorite cake named as a pie,
her famous Boston Cream.
Then busily she set to mixing butter, eggs; flour;
in other bowls, vanilla cream and chocolate glaze.
They liked it when she brought the china tea cups
from the cupboard and made a little party
just for them. . .

When all her birds had flown away, she tried to
cook and clean, pretending to be busy,
but really she just listened for their calls.
She saw her girls at holidays, but then when
they got married, the phone rang much less often.
And Christmas with them all was something rare.
Monotony hung heavy in the air.
No longer did she feel like baking cakes.
She faced the television while her husband
worked on puzzles and puttered round the house.
It seemed to her an effort just to breathe.
So then she’d go outside, buy groceries,
or stop and watch the children in the park.
A group of older ladies always flocked there
just like robins home for spring, twittering.
They’d beckon her to join them and chat.
But she just smiled, nodded, passed them by,
and wondered what could spark such animation.
For sadness now had settled over her.
It taxed her from her mornings to her nights,
sapping her of any old desires she once had.
And when her husband passed, she had no more
of sorrow left to cry.

So here she sits tonight beside the candles.
She thinks about the women in the park
and how they’d motioned to her just today.
A light inside her mind is flickering.
She rises from her chair, and flips a switch.
Her kitchen fills with light. She goes to where
for many years her cookbook lay untouched.
A harbinger, it opens to the place she’d often gone.
The weight of her dejection strangely lightens.
She gathers her ingredients and thinks about
the ladies; how she hopes they will react
when she gives her invitation, and
how cheerful they will be while sipping tea;
chirruping like girls, like little birds.
A stirring in her bones - this yearning to be free
kindling a rebellion -
the beginning of unburdening;
She starts to make her famous Boston Cream.


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The Tea Party For Emily

(a challenge that was based on using ten given words)

The old folks at the home, and none at all
of them too fleet of foot in their last years,
came shuffling, some with walkers, down the hall,
including those with aids pressed in their ears.

Then one (whose punctured lung had not healed well)
was wheeled in; she had just turned ninety-three!
They'd all come (when the nurse had rung the bell),
for what was now to be revealed: a "Tea!"

The English lady wheeled in never knew
what they were planning as she lay in bed.
They'd stamped the name of "Emily" onto
The sparkling crown which now lay on her head.

With cake crumbs on her chin, in pure delight,
She sipped the tea they'd sweetened up just right!


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Have You Got Your Party Ticket?

We all need a Savior
In this world today
Because to enter Heaven
There is no other way.

So a Savior God did send
Jesus His own Son
For He is salvation's gift,
Gift for every one.

So why don't you take this gift
Which money cannot buy
And receive from Him that ticket
For the banquet in the sky.

Go ahead book your seat
And take that party ticket
Don't let this pass you by
I would hate it if you miss it.

Let me warn you before I go
And let this thought sink in
Not all tickets that's out there
Are true and genuine.

So take this ticket God's own Son
This one's not a dud
Look closely and you will see
It's stamped with His own blood.

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It's Party Time Song On CD

Got the weekend free, it's party time,
Let's kick it on up, have a good ol' time,
Alone at home.....can drive you out of your mind,
And that's not where it's at, when it's party time!

Yea! we're cuttin' it loose...from out of the blues,
Where being with you, feels so fine,
A drink or two....enjoy...amuse!
Hey everybody...it's party time!

So kick it on up...it's dancin' time,
Hey what's up....have a good ole time,
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine,
Everybody sing...it's party time,

Got the weekend free...it's party time,
Let's kick it on up...have a good ole time,
You're not wrong...it's been too long,
Since our last ...good party time,

Yea, we're cuttin' loose...from out of the blues,
Here with the crew....havin' a good ole time,
Alone at home...can drive you out of your mind,
And that's not where it's at when it's party time,

So kick it on up...it's dancin' time!
Hey! what's up...have a good ole time,
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine!
Everybody sing...it's party time!

Yea! kick it on up....it's dancin' time,
Hey! what's up....have a good ole time,
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine!
Sing everybody!....it's party time!
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine!
It's party time...it's party time!!

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It's My Party and I'll Drink if I Want To, Drink if I Want To -

Hello Jose my old friend
I've come to guzzle you again
500 guests before afternoon
I started sipping on you far too soon
My last SENTENCE I fear was slightly slurred
(Vision blurred)
Forgot to EEEET...my breakfast

They look with pity upon me
'Can't hold his liquor', they agree
Now I'm weaving when I try to walk
Senseless babble when I try to talk
Then I feel the NEEEED to flee to an old-oak-tree
(to heave and pee)
but cannot LOOOZE... my breakfast

Did not like his tone at all
Got myself into a brawl
I quickly put him in his rightful place
Broke his knuckles with my pretty face
Shoulda' had my OOOATS, but didn't, so alas!
(I kiss the grass)
and now my ASSSS... is breakfast

In the morning I awake
moaning with a bad headache
Bright-sun glaring through the window pane
I whine and whimper in my wretched pain
In the next room a TV-is-blaring
and screams in my pounding-ear
(No thank you dear)
just coffee PLEEEZE, I think I'll pass----on....BREAKFAST

Plunk-a-plunk-a-plunk-a....PLUNG

Parody of 'The Sounds of Silence' by Simon & Garfunkle
Title from: 'It's My Party' by Leslie Gore


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After the Party Ends

Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends

We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

There’s a place where time stands still
Far from things that make me cry
And I would take you there tonight
So we could stay young all our lives

You’ve been my friend when I was down
I’ll miss you when you’re not around
And I will think of you
In all the good I’ve found
In every light, in every sound

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

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Super Grouper, Sardine Party Pooper

Scuba diving, oh! what a dream
In the Gulf, amidst the Sardines
With a Florida blond
Whom I've grown to be fond
It's dark, is it all that it seems

Our dive is going oh! so super
Boo! said the nosey big Grouper
Och! do you have to be mean
To these little Sardines
Your just a big party pooper

Told of he goes in a mood
Just like a big bully should
Hey! next time take better care
To these Sardines you did scare
It's impolite, and you've been oh! so rude

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HAVING A PARTY TONIGHT

tonight going do it right
going to jam
eat some ham
stump and bump
there will be you sse
blinking lights
HAVEING A PARTY TONIGHT

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A Party Under The Floor



Here's a subject Haven't written bout before Whad'ya think's living Under the floor Lately heard noises Like a party or such Like people laughing And drinking and stuff A vivid imagination Been accused of having Maybe the medication Is why it's happening Sure like to join 'em Wherever they are Got beer in the fridge And snacks on the bar Are you maybe thinking I'm losing my grip Then you'd all be wrong This dude's real hip A vivid imagination Is all that it is Making life interesting There's nothing amiss So relax everybody Just having some fun Don't mean no harm I love everyone MMMMUUUAAAAAAA! (That's a big smackeroonie!) © Jack Ellison 2013

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It"s Not A Party Without Me

Hey it"s been awhile how ya doin like I care.
Writting little bits of misery isnt my style.
Drinking till dawn writting low brow poems is something 
I do with such great flare.


John Patrick  you know the rest.
Never got a degree but i got something else.
more than a few times incase you havent guessed.

Turn off the lights i'll just use my hands to see.
Yes im way worse in person.
But ya know it just aint a party without me.

Were theres gasoline so should  there be fire.
Far from a saint.
But I have dated a couple girls who once sang in the choir.

You may won the contest but I really didnt lose.
cause you gotta ribbon and me  I gotta bottle of booze.

Guess who never paid attention in class?
I was to busy staring at the teachers.
Uhh miss hotness could i please have the hall pass.

Wonder what slowed us down  uhh probaly
when we hit that tree.
You know my friends it just isnt a party without me.

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