Conversations are Odd...

I went to a dinner party last night at the home of some friends. There were five couples and the conversations were quite engaging. I decided a poem was in order. However, as I was writing the poem this morning I started feeling a bit like Dr. Suess…I think you’ll see what I mean.

Enjoy

It’s funny the way conversations do flow,

At times they start off rather dull and quite slow

They muddle along and don’t go anywhere,

You sit with eyes glazed pulling out locks of hair

You’re sitting there wondering why words have to suck,

When someone blurts out the phrase, “Mickey the Muck”

Then you listen as some bloke recites this odd ballad,

Next someone’s telling tales of massaging a salad!

The night’s conversations take off into space,

No topic’s taboo…no not at this place

We talked about names both funny and strange,

About raccoons and chimneys and goats on the range

We spoke of odd habits and scrum-dilly-dinkers,

We mentioned blum-bloomers and twee-twilly-twinkers

We solved the world’s problems at least in our head,

There was no need to plan the things that you said

There were shots of Tequila that some of us had,

It went down rather smooth and it wasn’t half bad

We laughed and we chatted long into the night,

And everything clicked cause our world was all right

When names of our kids became topic of choice,

I decided I had thoughts I needed to voice

Name your child how you like, on creative wings fly,

If you choose “Kitchen Counter” well, that’s just TMI

It was somewhere past midnight when things settled down,

And our conversations had gone round and round

We hugged and shook hands saying bye to each friend,

Conversations are odd, but they all have to end