I went into a house, I don't know whose house. Some one was throwing a debutante ball. But I didn't have an @3in@1vite, An @3in@1vite, An @3in@1vite. But that didn't bother me at all. I went into a house, I don't know whose house. I parked my wrap in the entrance hall. I didn't know the hostess, The hostess, The hostess. But that didn't bother me at all. I went into a house, I don't know whose house. The party was due for a big, flat fall. They didn't have a punchbowl, A punchbowl, A punchbowl. It wasn't a bang-up party at all. I went into a house, some dodo's house. I heard from the ballroom the saxophone's call. And there was a punchbowl, but Nobody'd Spiked it. Nobody wanted it at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL PALINODE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MADISON CAWEIN by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |