Poem: Seven Times More Fun Than Most Parties

It’s one of those parties you never should’ve gone to, you know it, before you go, and that’s why you do, cos these people don’t know you. Like anyone and everyone they have an idea of you, which, admittedly, is a fable you’ve more than likely helped to create… So, tempting fate, you dispose of a cask of wine before eight; rubbish anyway. And further fr…