The Guest

“you’re here!” said the host to the guest

Quickly separating himself from the rest

“come on have a drink” he suggested to the latest arrival

Smiling like his entire night just underwent revival

The guest smiled bemused and shook his hand

Asked him how he was, commented on the band

Graciously accepted his drink and sipped it slowly

And with a pleased expression said “its a vintage, surely”

“heaves no! Its a cheap local brew

Looks like its deceived you”

The guest smiled again, embarrassed though

And a drop of sweat showed on his brow

“Wont you come and meet the old crowd ?

They’ve all showed up this time around”

“IN a minute. In a minute, ill see the old boys

Talk to them about their wives and their toys”

“Howve you been you old fox ?

Say, do you still mismatch your socks ?”

And with a laugh and a pat on the shoulder

The guest commented that the host looked a lot older

“Ah don’t go there it’s a sensitive area

Damn traffic and terror hysteria

Say pal, i see youve aged well”

“Ah my man, im glad you could tell”

Suddenly, abruptly, the host dropped his air of charity

And in his drunken manner, there came a moment of clarity

“it is you, isn’t it ? good ol harry my roommate

The rascal who ruined my first date”

“well”the guest said with some trepidation

“ i guess i did a fair impersonation

Truth is , i entered the wrong house in my haste

And ive been lying about everything but my taste”

The host stood there transfixed, like in a trance

While behind him the good ol boys did dance

before leaving the guest did shake his hand

And he smiled bemused, and toasted the band