Luncheon Of The Boating Party Poem by Barlot ...

A Sauvignon excursion
A Cabernet-filled quest
The boat is now emerging
From its landlocked nest.

Jean-Pierre stands tall and lurking
With a cotton-laden breast
Elizabeth just bats her eyes
In her Sunday morning dress.

All converse amongst themselves
Under a stripéd canopy
No one seems to notice yet
The color faded from me.

I watch dear Anne turn up her glass
But she looks not to see
Death is blind to all the eyes
Of those with mortality.

No straw hat protects my head
From the summer sun
No wine flows through my compost veins
To make this party fun.

But oh the elite is laughing
Eating ham and buns
Perhaps it’s their sheer innocence
That against me they have won.

The boat floats to infinity
As I sit, no eyes on me.