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THE ANNUAL BIRTHDAY BBQ BASH 2010
by Paul Curtis Don't the years go quick? It's another birthday BBQ It's that time of year again When acquaintance is renewed When family and friends Come affably together To eat a hearty meal outdoors And sod the English weather The beer and wine is chilled The buffet has been prepared The BBQ is well alight No planning has been spared So everything is set fair Most of the guests are here But never wanting to be the first Ted and Rene are last to appear So a brace of Ted's, a pair of Paul's Tina and Becky, Rosemary and Rene Not to forget Gordon and Wendy Were all assembled at the scene I should also mention the children As they are part of the family But we kept them locked away And they were forgotten easily We sat in the quiet shade Beneath the big gazebo Erected against the expected rain That thankfully failed to show At last its time to eat And excitement is running high As everyone stood up Tina poked Rosemary in the eye And what did the assailant do When seeing the result of this act Was she humbly apologetic? No, she laughed out loud in fact Then suddenly a disaster occurred Unrivalled at any previous year And the nature of this calamity We were running out of beer So a quick dash out in the car To the "Happy Shopper" store And hopefully unnoticed Return to home once more I returned and an eerie hush descended Silencing the function But nothing sinister occurred It was simply quiet consumption When the pudding plates were empty And glasses were refreshed The dishwasher could be heard Washing away the mess The afternoon passed nicely by In comfortable affability With moments of silliness And not a small amount of frivolity Tina with hand outstretched With a ruby ring on her finger Like the time of her engagement "Oh look see the light linger" As usual on these occasions The cat got all the attention Not the birthday boy and BBQ chef I just thought that I would mention And when enough alcohol was drunk Tea and coffee arrived instead Not that anyone got smashed Only a glass, and that was Ted There were uninvited guests Flies and wasps descended But traps were set for the Jaspers And one got decapitated All too soon the time had come For folk to wend their way And fond fairwells were said Until we meet on another day Then came the time to draw a breath And reflect on the festivity Then open another can of beer And say happy birthday to ME I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |