The Ultimate Party Crasher
All impurities swept and mopped,
Tables ornamented with
Praying napkins in
Coordinating colors to
Match blue vases borrowed
From her sister’s summer wedding,
Now filled with flowers from
Miss Shelly’s stand at
Famers market.
Doorbells ring, guests arrive,
Stacking gifts, munching chips and dips,
And exchanging home renovation tips, concerning
Outdoor patios, stainless steel appliances,
And the latest candle scents.
Until he arrives,
The ultimate party crasher.
He’s never invited and never notices
How you’ve prepped and planned.
He sneaks in to suck and scavenge,
Slighting every party guest,
From person to person he
Indiscriminately pests, stealing
a taste from everyone’s plate.
And there’s nothing you can do
But wish you could,
Like him—fly.
Oh TShaw I love this! I feel like I understand most of it, but who is he? Oh, that I had been there!
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Kayla this is the first poem of hers that I actually know the meaning and “who he is”! I feel so great to know when another English scholar doesn’t!!!
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Hahahaha yes yes you’re very brilliant!
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By the way…happy birthday
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Thanks KaylaAnn, though I must keep my lips sealed! 😉 How are you feeling?
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This is really good, Tracie!
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Thanks Bethany! 😊
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Good one! Several of his cousins live near me. 🙂
–Michael
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😂😂 Thanks, Michael!
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I love your poems. Did I ever tell you that? There is not one that I don’t like. 🙂
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😭😭 thank you, Miss M! That’s so kind of you to say. 💜
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Love this! Nasty flies!😝
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Thank you! That is my sentiment as well. 😝
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So clever – nice plot twist 🙂
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Thank you! I’m not much of a plot twister, but I really enjoyed writing this one.
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