Dinner Party Poems - Poems about Dinner Party

"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 be asked, just shout." "Richard, will you please sit and eat, And...

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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 guise. Would hints be dropped? Or would the guests be wise? Four mere...

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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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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 depressed. The darling children all love to whinge The chubby husbands are...

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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 them on his own plate, yet he serves the guests-somewhat...

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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 swirl robust and ripe ready off the vine He is 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 the host is scurrying, pouring drinks. Then into chairs, we sink...

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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 vultures round Their manners are abysmal. “Splendid!” called the warthog, Very much excited, “How...

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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 my family with pride. The rest are many stores in picture...

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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 - shala Blue for I'd trust...

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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 one wish to sustain, for I feel it is...

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