Twelve Empty Bottles
They seemed the respectable bunch,
all dressed up, men in ties, women
in black cocktail dresses, heels,
pearl necklaces and matching earrings.
We talked politics, relationships,
families, holidays, travel, children,
not a word about bike racing or riding,
all the while with a glass of red at hand,
a plate of petit fours, miniature cheesecakes
or daintily decorated organic cupcakes.
Warm hugs and promises to get together
soon as everyone headed back home,
and so I turn to my kitchen and count
twelve empty bottles of wine.
I never realized my friends were
such a bunch of lushes.
They seemed the respectable bunch,
all dressed up, men in ties, women
in black cocktail dresses, heels,
pearl necklaces and matching earrings.
We talked politics, relationships,
families, holidays, travel, children,
not a word about bike racing or riding,
all the while with a glass of red at hand,
a plate of petit fours, miniature cheesecakes
or daintily decorated organic cupcakes.
Warm hugs and promises to get together
soon as everyone headed back home,
and so I turn to my kitchen and count
twelve empty bottles of wine.
I never realized my friends were
such a bunch of lushes.
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5 comments:
Just happened on your site. Great poems and such a good idea. Nice!
Lori Skoog
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Check it out when you have time.
Lori
Tweleve? That's all? Wow. We suck. Next time, it'll be 20! :-)
Okay, I have to admit I had a red wine headache the next morning! I failed to get to the water source in the kitchen. Oooops. Great party. Thanks!
oh, I'm sorry I missed it--you know how I love your parties! And I'm confident that we could've contributed at least a couple of extra empty bottles too. ;)
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