Party Favors

Each holiday gathering may bring a smile,

As family and friends get together in style.

Still, some party favors and guests, without doubt,

Might much better be absolutely left out.

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Right after one party, a pragmatist punk

Forged feeblest favor with friends; so he thunk.

Not cognizant, foggy and faking his way,

For richer or poorer, he nattered to sway.

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He stood in the shadow, his hat in his hand,

With skin-deep sagacity feigning a stand.

His aim? Social climbing, with hand upon heel,

Till hostile plagiarists thunder did steal.

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His weak undercarriage, they sought to attack

With misguided quotes and without any tact.

Conversing on politics, rumor and lores,

The long-winded orators proved to be boors.

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Now reeling, the leapfrogger, out of his sphere,

Just nodded his head and pretended to hear.

In make-believe service, by now near berserk,

He picked up a glass, muttering "Women's work."

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In due time, the host yawned and glanced at the clock,

While calmly dismissing a garrulous schlock.

Then this token tiger, whom we may call Bud,

Collapsed on the living room floor with a thud.

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As guests donned their wraps and began to depart,

The host held the door open, peace to impart.

"Our annual party, you cannot resist,

But some guests will surely be missed on our list."

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