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Party

Scatter fifties, flash the plastic;
Let the night be orgiastic.
Pile the rare exotic victuals,
Luscious cakes and fruits fantastic.
Inhibitions - fall like skittles!
Life's too rich for thoughts monastic.
Set the saxophones a-moaning,
Let the trombones boom bombastic.
Guests, resound with lusty groaning
When the dancers get gymnastic.
Pop the champers, pour the whisky
With a wrist enthusiastic.
Let the girls be lithe and frisky;
Let their morals be elastic.
Let no sour Thersites darken
Spirits with remarks sarcastic.
And let (Oh mighty Bacchus, hearken!)
Our hangovers be not too drastic.

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