Best Dinner Party Poems

The elephants were feeling down
As pachyderms oft do.
The cockatiels were quite depressed
The chimpanzees were too.

The mood among the jungle crowd
Was in short quite low,
When a young Hyena yelled,
“I’ve got guys, I know!”

We should throw a dinner Party
To stop us feeling dismal,
But please don’t ask the...

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The cars pull up, the doorbell’s rung.
To a hugging welcome, in they come.
With gifts wrapped up and tied with bows
There is warm handshaking, more hello’s.

The men bring in some good red wine
That will go down nicely, when we dine.
We stand, at first, renewing friendship links
While...

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It was the peak of summer
In St. Mary Mead.
Miss Marple and friend
Had many to feed.

They hired a Butler 
To meet their need.
"We must have wine at the party!"
They both agreed.

But like any sleuth,
Miss Marple's eyes
And ears were sharpened.
They became mini spies.

Seemingly scatty
In her old lady...

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A cannon waiting to explode hold my heart within chambered walls
I stood right beside the feast but couldnt bear to sit 
I wined and I dined but I stand 
Holding my mischief in my right hand puffing and dragging in the other one
I smell its...

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I'm mainly confused
  from words that you used
to tell me of yr problems present,
  I'm torn to this way
  then back to that way,
like the end of a pendulum's crescent,
 
I feel yr torment
  which leaves my heart bent
and gives me...

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Greed Has a Dinner Party
Evil seething greed sits down to dinner with his guests.
He serves them humungous helpings of hubris for an appetizer to set the mood of the evening.
For the main course, he mesmerizes them with tales of his ambition and success and piles...

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"Is there anyone for stuffing?
Well done George, send us down your plate,
Auntie, if you've finished with the cranberry sauce
Could you please pass it across to Kate?"

"Brian can I interest you in my brussels?
There's nothing quite like a good sprout,
If anyone wants anything passed,
Don’t wait to...

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Then to finish,    sorbet
 and a cafe au lay
  for I'll finish you
   with select taste...
You'll be licking your plate
  Impatient to wait
with no leftovers on table to waste...
 
so this invite I give you
  my chef...

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friends spite soft branches dates
strawberries sleeves diaries
frogs settle obvious cane dream...

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There’s always one drunk at the dinner party; an embarrassing shame
Ne’er to be invited back again
It doesn’t complement the tortured duck foie gras crackers
And the sinfully boring conversations lamenting benefit scrounging slackers
Everyone else is clunkily overdressed, not to mention, anxious and stressed
Even the halibut’s looking...

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Across the murdered meals,
cigarettes stabbed here and there
into sorbet,
bits of chocolate flake cake,
he will start to relate their story,
but she will-
	t-t-t-
and tell it over the uncleared plates,
coffee spills,
to others shiny eyes
and the eager nods of her friends-
Until he didn’t know her
or how they had begun....

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Tonight we went to a party.
The food was certainly hardy.
We were just a bit tardy.

Hardly a problem for family.
We laughed holding hands familiar.

Presents and play - was quite a day.
To descibe in words, it's hard to say.

Hugs and kisses, a piggy back ride.
I swelled at...

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