I went into a house, I don't know whose house. Some one was throwing a debutante ball. But I didn't have an @3in@1vite, An @3in@1vite, An @3in@1vite. But that didn't bother me at all. I went into a house, I don't know whose house. I parked my wrap in the entrance hall. I didn't know the hostess, The hostess, The hostess. But that didn't bother me at all. I went into a house, I don't know whose house. The party was due for a big, flat fall. They didn't have a punchbowl, A punchbowl, A punchbowl. It wasn't a bang-up party at all. I went into a house, some dodo's house. I heard from the ballroom the saxophone's call. And there was a punchbowl, but Nobody'd Spiked it. Nobody wanted it at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER AN OLD CASTLE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE JEWISH PILGRIM by FRANCES BROWNE |