Ode to Ellie’s House Parties (Poem)

The time for singing, dancing, and drink

Is gone with toilets flushed;

The careless fancy booze supplied

Is vanished in a rush.

 

No natural coloured drink or food was had

Nor puked upon the grass;

From countries far and wide we sipped

Then passed around the flask.

 

The talk that felt important then

Will soon all be forgot,

When waking with our pounding heads

From far too many shots.

 

Through desert mouth and bones that ache

Are gratitude and glee,

To know I’m welcome any time

Among such company.

 

by Harry Husbands

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Photo by Richie Drew!

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