Thank you for having me pick you up

     coming to my party

Thank you for drinking all my booze

     not bringing any

Thank you for playing my stereo

     picking out albums no one wanted to hear

Thank you for the fine conversation

     ridiculing me before family and friends

Thank you for eating all my food

     not helping with the dishes

Thank you for staying till three in the morning

    having me drive you home

Thank you seriously thank you again

    but please don't ever come back!!!

© 1985

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04/11/2014

Author's Note: My ex’ and I threw a Grey Cup (Canadian Football) party one time. Her girlfriend’s boyfriend was Irish, and so he and two of his buddies, also from Ireland, were invited. As the poem suggests, they ended up being more trouble than company, and clearly not all that interested in the game. As the afternoon progressed, they became steadily drunker and obnoxious, and though not dangerous, in the process, few of us got to see much of the game. On a different note, I'm back to playing with HTML codes, as this poem employs some indentation, and different font style and size. Again, this is due to the WYSIWYG editor no longer working here. :/

Posted on 04/11/2014
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