The Cocktail Party Poem by Sandra Martyres

The Cocktail Party



Swirling a glass of claret
In his capacious palm
The pompous politico
Seemed to grin foolishly
At the serious audience
Confronting him, when
He overheard a guest remark
'If you are expecting
Some pearls of real wisdom
To slide off his wine soaked
Tongue and addled brain
Then you had better consider
Inviting him all over again
To a tea party without any
Wine or Whiskey'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 21 June 2014

Hahaaa this is really good man, the last lines are the cherry on top

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