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Party Night by U.A.Fanthorpe

Busiest night of the year
Six-course corporate dinner,
Everything's gotta be OK -
Coffee, mints, walnuts, wine-
Wassail, as you might say.
Saw at once they had to go-
Not the party spirit.
Him, living on handouts, no doubt,
Her in the family way. No, I said to the wife,
Not this night of all nights.
Wife's obstinate. Typical.
Bedded 'em down in the shed, in the straw.
Quite envied 'em, rushed off me feet as I was,
Slaving over the wine and the women.
Missed what the wife says she saw-
Fireworks, singing, comets, royals.
Well she may have. What I say is:
Who made the genuine profit that night?

(Reproduced by kind permission of U.A.Fanthorpe)

The above poem is from a collection "Queuing for the Sun" by U A Fanthorpe and was one of the books recently chosen by St Edmund's and Friends Book Group.

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