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Party Time

Party Time

I liked the party in my book - the house
was finished, in Richmond by the River Thames,
someone sat down at the piano and played
an etude by Chopin which floated thro' the trees.

The evil Christine strutted across the floor,Β 
I said that she looked different, she said that
she'd had a 'face-off, a few tucks my dear,'
the old days had gone, we'd no longer be near.

Jane and I mingled with the guests, someone shouted
from below: 'You'd better get yourself a boat John boy!'
I said: 'Yeh, it''s coming,' to be moored on the river bank;
never thought I'd be rich by being stingy -
ghosts pushed me to this level.

Christine was gone but left like a nasty lease,
didn't know that she was still around
until the doll fell from the mantlepiece.

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Katina Woodruff...

Interesting and unique!

Was this a reference to a doll's house?Β 
I'd definitely like to learn the inspiration behind the poem.Β 

Have a wonderful day, Terry!Β 

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Terry Reeves

Hi Katina,
Not a doll's house but house in a book
which I have written - I'm doing a re-issue.
Terry
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