Poem: The Party (first draft)

It’s one of those Party’s you never Should’ve gone to – You know it, before You go, in fact 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 8; It was rubbish anyway.

And furthe…