Avenue Party

There’s constant come and going, As it is each Sunday night, We thought we’d get an invite, I suppose that we still might. They seem to come in couples, And they’re here for a few hours, They seem to bring some bottles, And I’ve even seen some flowers. Perhaps it’s just a party, But the neighbours, no invite, So maybe something different, Which doesn’t feel quite right. The curtains all are twitching, As the latest pair arrive, No room left on the roadside, Wow, he’s parked on our drive. No invitation’s one thing, But this is a liberty, Don’t fully think it through, Before I go out there to see. The windows all are blacked out, But the door’s a bit ajar, There’s keys placed on the table, For each and every car. I’ll have to go and challenge him, As with his keys he lingers, But oh my days, I’ve realised, It’s a party for swingers!