(Dedicated To My Card Group)
The circumference rearranges our changing years
As some partners admit they have split-up with tears,
Yet they crave to save love and a new one is found
And this poem brings and sings a merry-go-round.
So we reset the circle and conserve the curve,
As our taste buds first burst with hors d’oeuvres.
Our game named Black Lady is well renowned;
and Spade's Queen's found on the merry-go-round~
Gossip orbits the room to snoop and loop the loop.
Hula hoops spin dreaded hip’s spread and soup.
We scoff like toffs as name piggy wiggy abounds,
And we wink as pink pigs on the merry-go-round~
We huzza our prized pizzas with ecliptic bliss;
A circlet of pie ball dough to grow and not miss
Cards dealt around like a king’s gold-rush crown,
As wives have hot flushes on the merry-go-round~
We’re ring-a-ring-a-rosie children with balloons,
And bicolour rings as we spoon under the moon.
We toast the host when we are homeward bound
But slurp's burps close the merry-go-round down~
Karin Anderson © 2011.
All Rights Reserved~
(Photo Flickr by quimby)
How come I missed this delightfully poem, Karin. You capture the changing seasons of life, girly talk, female bonding, smiles and tears, sense of deja vu, menopause, child like bantering - you have missed nothing. I just read it out to my friend, with whom I do fun things like your card party. lovely rhymes, images, absolutely wonderful congratulations though very late, my apologies