The Party (regrets from Peter S. sent)

Peter Cotton’s Jen
had her birthday treats laid in
and guests off their ken.


A strange call in the night

You needn’t be Creole
to enjoy dariole
in Tirol. Or in Seoul.
Or, afloat, on patrol
as they sing barcarolle
or on a carriole
pulled by dogs Dhole and Cole.
A caleche pulled by foal
who knows to caracole?


Maybe toad-in-the-hole?
It’s fresh, no glory hole
source: twas made by Nicole,
though vegan on the whole,
she can do carne rĂ´le.

I really will cajole
you to eat summat, Joel!

What? You’re not he? How droll!


We should still share a bowl.