The turntable hacked up a melancholy blues <br />The air was heavy with dust and odors <br />Several zazous danced while holding to their hearts <br />Short girls with spasmodic behinds <br /> <br />In a closet, an amateur obstetrics couple <br />Delivered themselves to games full of art and naivete <br />Another in a corner attempted with ardor <br />Tonsil-coupling, to music. <br /> <br />Hands encountered one another under too-short skirts <br />Drunk, two lovebirds—(what if I said: two dodos?) <br />Looked everywhere for a bed; they were all full… <br /> <br />Let this happy youth screw itself <br />Why eradicate from them this impure manure <br />If their hope restricts itself to rubbing membranes?<br /><br />Boris Vian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surprise-party/
