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, it’s 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 farewells
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
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