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at the end of the world, we held a dinner party
really, it was nothing much
just us, and our kin, and our kith—
and even our servants too
exchanging small talk by the spouting fountain
and some gossip here and there
mother endlessly harped on …
papa brazenly announced …
Bassem was hoping we could finally …
actually …
come to think of it …
Isn’t that funny?
I mean, naturally …
there wasn’t much to talk about
and it was unpleasant when I think about it
but the hors d’oeuvre, as always, were exquisite
and the champagne, as always, was excellent
the orchestra was a tad much, though
we definitely could have done without the cancan dancers
and, in retrospect,
it may have been a mistake to fire that cannon
Though, all in all, I must say, it was a rather successful affair.