The Party

She asked what I had brought,

and I couldn’t help but blush.

I really meant to bring something,

I had it all planned out:

A handful of Balloons, to celebrate

your day.

Music to dance to, because I know

you like to groove.

A bottle of Vodka, that vanilla stuff

you like.

A Chocolate Cake and Ice-Cream,

your favorites, I know.

Ice to keep the drinks cold,

you hate warm soda.

A Bucket to keep the ice in,

your floor wouldn’t do.

Sodas to go in the bucket,

your sister isn’t 21.

Beer to join the soda,

your brother is.

Burgers to throw on the Grill,

you like them rare.

Hot Dogs to change it up,

you hate pork.

Buns to put the meat in,

you like your burgers without them.

Mustard and Ketchup to top them,

you wanted Relish, I said no.

Plates and Napkins to eat on,

you wanted red, I said blue.

Chips and Dip to munch on,

you wanted plain chips, right?

Tables and Chairs to eat at,

you frowned when I suggested the floor.

The Guests said they would bring Potato Salad,

you warned them not to bring Beans.

I’m sorry they didn’t show up.

I’m sorry I forgot to bring the stuff.

I’m sorry I ruined your Party.

I hope that you’ll forgive me.

I hope you’ll let me off the hook.