Garden Party

Garden party held today Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers "Hello, Dad, hello, Dad" Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter On the lawns by still Cam waters Cam slaughter, Cam slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Strafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Again, oh God, not again Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters Social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son, a parson's daughter Well, why not and should they oughta? Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow "May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello?" "Punting on the Cam is jolly fun," they say "Beagling on the downs, oh, please do come," they say "Rugger is the tops, a game for men," oh, they say They say, good God, they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash (flash, flash) flash (flash flash) flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds Oh, what a crowd "Oh, punting on the Cam, oh, please do come," they say "Beagling on the downs, oh, please do come," they say "Garden party held today," they say "Oh, please do come, oh, please do come," they say