Chantale's Birthday Party

Late to the party we arrived at seven At least we showed up before eleven Sweet Ginette, joined us both at the door A bottle in my hand ready to pour Off to the kitchen to see the Birthday Queen All the happy faces a beautiful scene Hugs for Chantale, another for Helene I met a new person, energetic like a teen Her name if I remember, it is Jocelynne She is married, to a cool guy his name Martin Bruno was cooking but stopped to say hi Christine looked happy to be with her guy Jokes and conversation, a whole lot of fun Happy to spend time with everyone Dave seemed content enjoying the mood My stomach grumbled, I was ready for food To the table it was time to sit down We were all treated, to the best meal in town First Chantale prayed a blessing on us Our Savior is great, he deserves a fuss The meal fantastic but the Tuna was raw I tried to eat it but it stuck in my craw My Mary she enjoyed it, although not me I prefer all things cooked, that come from the sea The pasta amazing, seafood galore The wine was superb, I let Christine pour She sat to my left, Dave sat to my right Everyone there, made it a perfect night Once concluded, Christine C sang a song A Louis Armstrong tune we all joined along Her voice was clearest ours more like a croak We were lost in the moment, that's not a joke. We all started dancing, disco moves on the floor Armand turned up the sound, as we screamed for more First time I saw Dave dance, he cuts quite the rug Armand has his own moves, he likes the Jittery Bug Before too long it was time for dessert Hot from all the candles I unbuttoned my shirt Chantal blew out the candles after making two wishes Armand served Mary's cake, on rectangular dishes Chantale's special day, a day to remember Celebrated each year, October not November So we raised our glasses, thankful for the cheer Together we celebrated a friend who is dear!