The day of the giraffe tea party had finally arrived, and all the giraffes were gathered in the Village Hall; the veritably hardened of the drinkers had gathered in the corner by the larger urns, and they were necking down hot lapsang souchong by the bucketful.
🦒TBC🦒
We were thinking of holding a ‘Partly Poetry Party’,
food and drink a-plenty;
rhyming conversation hearty;
maybe ten or twenty
guests would be enough;
but then we decided that poetry is not everybody’s cup of tea, and so we held a ‘Partly Prose Party’ instead –
it was hilarious, all the various people that did attend –
until it came to a premature end;
if only we had provided enough words to go around.
They held a Pasty Party,
but nobody came;
the flyers said ‘Party Party,
which really isn’t the same.
Graeme Sandford 