Hubbub breaks the ghostly silence
of feastly eating by the guests.
Humour torn from every breast
as laughter escapes with jocularity
Nectar-filled veins provoke hilarity
mirth explodes in outrageous glee
shaking shoulders, heaving lungs
hiccups, tears, hiatus comes:
engine running now on empty
a gasping plea for mercy hums.
I haven’t written for Brenda’s Sunday Whirl for some time, but Tillybud is here, and we had a Wordle race. Hers is a proper poem, beating mine into a cocked hat in half the time. I hope she posts it over at her Laughing Housewife blog.
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This is wonderful, Viv! I could visualize the scene.
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Your words bring back memories of good times and fun gatherings,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/08/16/not-a-happy-ending/
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I’d love to have sitting at that table! Great
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Love that last line….that is exactly what it’s like when one has laughed too much. What a glorious state!!
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Sounds like a fun time to me. That made me smile. 🙂
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Feastly eating – love it!! c
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THAT must have been a sight: Viv & TB scribbling away, only occasionally glancing up to glare at each other, laugh, and immediately return to their respective scribble.
Lucky for us, though.
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Getting together with friends and having a wonderful time sounds great, however we all have to take breath before we start the fun all over again.
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