House Party

Plenty of champagne
and company
and canapes
Glittering gowns
wait in wardrobes
hang on hangers
Shaped for Later.
First, there are the gardens
hills beyond
beds to nap in
notebooks to write in
while the jazz band on the veranda
warms up for the night ahead
when nobody is allowed to be dull
but must continue till they sparkle.

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