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
ellensue spicer-jacobson on Tue, 1st Jan 2013 6:19 pm
Wonderfully clever!!!
Shelley on Wed, 2nd Jan 2013 5:45 am
What a hoot! My dad used to call them horse doughvers.