A Sauvignon excursion <br />A Cabernet-filled quest <br />The boat is now emerging <br />From its landlocked nest. <br /> <br />Jean-Pierre stands tall and lurking <br />With a cotton-laden breast <br />Elizabeth just bats her eyes <br />In her Sunday morning dress. <br /> <br />All converse amongst themselves <br />Under a stripéd canopy <br />No one seems to notice yet <br />The color faded from me. <br /> <br />I watch dear Anne turn up her glass <br />But she looks not to see <br />Death is blind to all the eyes <br />Of those with mortality. <br /> <br />No straw hat protects my head <br />From the summer sun <br />No wine flows through my compost veins <br />To make this party fun. <br /> <br />But oh the elite is laughing <br />Eating ham and buns <br />Perhaps it’s their sheer innocence <br />That against me they have won. <br /> <br />The boat floats to infinity <br />As I sit, no eyes on me.<br /><br />Barlot ...<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/luncheon-of-the-boating-party/
