Dessert Table

DESSERT TABLE Yes, it’s a beautiful spread A tantalizing sight With not Cezanne depth or solidity, but Our hostess’ fond delight She’s gathered not justs - Not just cakes, cheeses and fruit But a famous pot of snowball flowers, A tall bottle of ultra-expensive wine, to boot Now witness her many noted guests Completely sated, become indecorous, loud, A regular old-times gathering – This flouncy, pot bellied, gut roaring crowd And there are eager eyes, thrust noses The sober might spy Peering through banister slats, through cigar smoke. For just one taste they would die A wedge from an extant white, coconut cake, Circus of green wrapped sweets, Strawberry shortcake, cheesecake An invitation what they seek I fear, though, this luxury shall go elsewhere The pastries, cheeses, fruits gathered all, The youngsters, discovered, sent off to bed, And cookie, chauffeur and butler shall have themselves a ball