I WENT TO A MARVELLOUS PARTY

(apologies to N.C.)

For very good reason the Man for All Seasons,
Was high as a kite.
Living in splendor
With Helen in Houston
Could only be right.

Everyone came and was frightf’lly gay,
Nobody cared what people say,
Tho’ Buffalo Bayou
Smells really much higher
Than Rome at its height.
Yesterday night..

 

I went to a marvellous party
With Markley and Jannie and Liz.
It was in the fresh air and we went as we were
And we stayed as we were, which was swell.
Dear Sawin started singing at midnight
And he didn’t stop singing till four.
We knew the excitement was bound to begin
When Merle got blind on Dubonnet and gin
And scratched her brassiere with a Cartier pin
I couldn’t have liked it more.

 

I went to a marvellous party;
I must say the stay was a blast,
We all had to do what the people we knew
Had been doing some forty years past.
Dear Markley arrived wearing armour,
Some shells and a black feather boa.
And Maggi wore a surrealist comb
Made of bits of Mosaic from St. Peter’s in Rome,
But the weight was so great that she had to go home;
I couldn’t have liked it more!

 

I went to a marvellous party
We played the most wonderful games.
Joan disappeared and came back in a beard
And we all had to guess at her name.
We talked about growing old gracefully
And Helen, who’s 64, said
“A. It’s a question of being sincere,
And B. If you’re supple you’ve nothing to fear,”
Then she swung upside down from the glass chandelier.
I couldn’t have liked it more.