T’was the night before New Years, soon guests will arrive.
I’ve been cleaning like crazy since ten after five.
The hors d’oeuvres smell delicious, the champagne is on ice.
The party hats and poppers were well worth the price.
As I patiently wait for my friends to appear,
I pace the back and forth shouting, “When will they get here?”
Its now ten o’clock and I’m still all alone.
I’m beginning to wonder why nobody’s shown.
For more than half an hour the food has been cold.
The ice ‘s all but melted, my patients wont hold.
As the New Year approaches, I curse all my chums.
They are not really my friends, those backstabbing bums!
The countdown is now over, my party’s a flop.
I sit alone on my couch drinking warm pop.
On the table by the door, I see a small box.
Jumping quick from the sofa, I slide on my socks.
The Invitations! OH NO! In the box they still sit.
No wonder my friends aren’t here. I’m such a nit wit!
