Oh, for a Party of Two

When a party of one throws a party
For a party of one
And no one else bothers to come
It's a party for a party of one

Dancing with myself
Passing rounds (of Kool-aid) around
From the right hand to the left
I party till the coming of the sun

When a party of one throws a party
For a party of one
And sets out all the hors d'oerves
And stands in line to get them

The line takes too long
And the party of one grows lonely
And he looks around for the woman
He wishes would have joined him 

(Index -- Poems for Amber, poetry)