Formal dinners have informal consequence
as the drink is plied freely then the seance
as the coffee comes, then reason succumbs
to the agony of fear, as Geoffrey sheds a tear
the glass courts a ghost, who is of distant past
someone coughs and another is at a loss
who is that ass, I can't quite place the face
that accent, was it granny Moira from Dorset
or was it, and another shudders, its his brother's
dog, but Doug has had too many and is a bit zany
the ghost now overturns a well done roast
left by one table, on account of the label
in the kitchen, it was supermarket and ungreen
then the brandy submerged this uncanny
in a haze of happiness, as it emerged to be a prank
with everything over, only thing was to thank
the host, and write a short text, never never at any cost
will I accept any invite from this little shite
so nobody ever went to the Joneses, next year it was
the Smiths, who kept it to strip-poker, and no regret
was expressed, as everyone under the sun is equal.
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