Party In The Armoire Poem by Patti Masterman

The invitation arrived today,
There's a party in the old armoire;
They'll spread out their best array,
Long as we arrive by four.

The invitation in black ink said
There'd be bread and cheese tidbits,
And Clark would read his latest poems;
His poetry always gives us fits.

Be there or be square, is the gist
Of the parties given by the Hortenses;
That's where Clara Belle gave my first kiss,
And the morning afters are full of winces.

When we arrive, they'll take our stuff,
Arrange it neatly upon the stairs;
And the music's always just loud enough,
And everyone there plain likes to stare.

After eating the patio's opened;
Drinks are plenty and on the house,
Lots of teasing, joking and chasing;
Don't get mad or you're a louse.

We wind up napping on the couches,
So we won't turn into morning grouches.
The Hortense parties are the best kind of vice-
Invitations only for the nicest mice.