Party for Two

Four batches of ice cream, two cobblers with peaches, some spicy beef chili; must loosen my breeches. Invited the neighbors, but none of them came. But it won’t get wasted ‘Cuz that’d be a shame. No, it will get waisted, and it will be mine. I’ll just row it off, and that will be fine. But one thing sure bummed me; when they cancelled, I wept. I’d tidied the house up; the porches were swept. That cleaning for nothing: the floors and the stoop. Only one thing consoles me: another big scoop.