Cocktail Party, New Year’s Day
By Caryl S. Avery


Whenever you reach for hors d’oeuvres
The waiter sadistically swoeuvres
And then they are out of resoeuvres
Which is why they serve drinks—for your noeuvres.



C.S. Avery has been an award-winning journalist, magazine editor, advertising copywriter, poet, and creative writer for more than 30 years. 

Reprinted with the permission of the poet.
Image by Edsel L via Flickr

  • Shelley January 2, 2013 at 5:45 am

    What a hoot! My dad used to call them horse doughvers.

  • ellensue spicer-jacobson January 1, 2013 at 6:19 pm

    Wonderfully clever!!!


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