After the Party
The carolers have left the lawn,
the final party guest is gone,
the heavy parlor drapes are drawn,
the hearth's alight with wood you've sawn
I've changed to flannel from chiffon,
your tie is off, your slippers on,
there's wine left in the demijohn,
and toast points spread with fine cretons
We fall back on the silk divan
and maul the tray of snacks thereon,
you raise your glass to hide a yawn,
the last act in the denouement
The air now chill, the fire wan,
we should have long ago withdrawn
but sleep delays us there 'til dawn,
deep in the chaise we lay upon
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