Short Story: The Party

Short Story: The Party

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A nibble here, a taster there; a sip of sweet white wine,

then try a canape perhaps; a vol-au-vent divine...

Give me a chance to try some Schnapps, a scotch egg, or fish pate,

and dainty crustless sandwiches with a small cup of latte.

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I don't know where to try some next; a gateau or a cake?

While deep inside me something says, 'Hold on for goodness sake!'

A cocktail sausage; two, no three; cheese, pineapple and cherry...

'Don't overdo the viands dear, - you'll end up far from merry...'

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Too late I feel the swaying grip of vertigo and sickness.

I stagger to the ladie's loo, devoid of any quickness,

and there I waste the whole night's feast; I find I have a headache,

and sit and vow 'never again!' - 'til next party or 'breadbake'.