Jocund Company

by 3arn0wl

Shelly Wordsworth went to a fancy dress party last night.  She had some difficulty finding the place and, for quite some time… ……………………….………

The hostBeth Evans,  wore a costume which reflected her national identity.

The party was very well attended,  and although there was some naughty behaviour,  most just enjoyed the head-banging.

They’d hired a performance poet for the night,  but he turned out to be rubbish.

DJ John Deere gazed and gazed, but little thought – just supped the Silk Purse that he’d brought.

They partied deep into the night,  and come the dawn were to be found lying on the couch;

some vacant,

others pensive,

but most still inebriated.

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