These spring-strengthened stars
Are the last guests to appear.
They've made quite a habit of it
Year after year.
No mindless chatter troubles them up there.
No cocktails suffering from feeble gin.
No soul-shrivelling attempts at discourse.
No Michael and Mitchel. No David and Lynn.
So, I guess it's intended to be quirky,
The idiotic way they've cut up the lime.
Oh, I wish I could say 'no' to these invites
And not have to find catharsis in rhyme!
