Here’s wishing all who read this blog a happy festive season, as we welcome the Winter Solstice; and lengthening days.
Apologies for repeating this next poem; which is a redacted version of one that has already been used on blog 6 (partygoers). But, given the popular topic of the day, I couldn’t resist!
FOR THE PARTY
I’ll do it for the party
A noble dream I’ll follow to my death
A way that’s right; a way that’s bright with vision
A path of stone cut straight
Uncluttered; clear right to Olympiad.
I’ll do it for the party
I’ll trust the words of those that shape my life
Whose stern ideals make reason of the pain
The necessary hardship for the gain.
I’ll do it for the party.
It’s kept me and my closest safe and sure
Born into it’s gifts; above the hurly burly of the pack
Financially secure
I’ll take it’s prizes. . and protect it’s back.
I’ll do it for the party.
I’ll do it for the wine, the food, the dance
I’ll watch the people pass
Along that hard stone road
I’ll party with the revellers on the grass!
And now, another party! This was a New Year one in 1994; and given by our dear friends Ann and Barry. And, it’s self explanatory.
Ms PETTIT’S PUDDING
Ms Pettit made a Christmas pudding
For the family party treat
But when it appeared with cream and rum butter
Many there were heard to utter
“Not Christmas pud as well we pray
We’ve eaten of our fill today
Oh take that fruity feast away”!
And so with heavy heart she stood
And gazed at her rejected pud
But then she got her great idea
“I’ll invite friends for the New Year
And ply them well with food and drink
And then, to round it off I think
I’ll finally reveal my pud
And I will make it understood
This will be their last chance to eat
Of this delicious festive treat”
“For never more I’m going to toil
With flour, fruit, sugar, and then boil
The whole lot up to serve at last
As the final fling of a great repast
And so it was on New Years Day
That she finally got her way
The friends arrived to celebrate
They drank and talked; they laughed and ate
And this time she made no mistake
While guests enjoyed a party break
The pud was on a plate displayed
And covertly the custard made
Majestically she carried through
The flaming pud and gave anew
The chance to all assembled there
To partake of the festive fare
In throbbing tones she told the story
“This is the last fruit laden glory
That I will make for anyone
Remember this; enjoy the fun”!
And it was wondrous to behold
How many did as they were told
As, finally they understood
That this was the last Christmas pud
They’d ever eat from the Pettit pot
They raised their spoons, and ate the lot!
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Happy partying everyone! Stay safe; and I’ll be back blogging in the New Year
Love it 🙂
Merry Christmas!
Very apt let’s hope we can party.🥳
Have a Great Christmas xx