Cocktail Sticks

I dunno who decided that cheese should have resided With bits of pineapple upon a stick I’d have hit him with a truncheon when he said a pickled onion Would top it off: I fear he was quite sick But here I stand with Marty, at this arty farty party He’s eyeing up a new potential date In truth, she’s bloody pretty, but, blimey, it’s a pity Pineapple, cheese and onion on her plate When a kiss tastes of cheese, it ain’t gonna please And onion breath means instant death To hopes of romance at the valentine’s dance And yet she says Hi, my names Beth They head for the floor where they do little more Than latch onto each other’s face So I stand here jealous, was I over zealous When I chose to have the fish paste My dad’s dancing dirty, the girl’s about thirty Looks like they’re gonna be smooching till late I check out their table as best as I am able Onion, pineapple and cheese on her plate So it seems that a party snack, pungent or squiffy Does not preclude romance from you If it stinks like cow splatter, it just doesn’t matter So long as you’ve eaten It too 24 December 2020 Contest: Party Folk Sponsor: Julia Ward