it is party, for a lot of pairs
and already missing even an air
the master at dances is leading us
to the centre of the big room
man by the double bass
too firmly is pulling strings
and the ugly singer
is singing too loudly
this girl with the overweight
is holding the balance
dressed in the diving-dress,
because she will be diving
into the thick crowd what is spinning
beside on the parquet
and after the party to a rubbish tip
the cleaning lady will sweep out
torn frills beads loosely
bottles after water and notebook
of the professor
colour ribbons and the mini bag
in it the small handkerchief
and the used up balloon
it after the party, Miss Lalu,
she will say sweeping up,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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