Poem from class

Dinner Party Strategy

We must sing or else clouds will reach down and paint our hairs grey

This green tablecloth will replace their flag. Our finest wine, brought from Deer Creek will be sprinkled down upon their heads. If they wish to drink, they need only look up. The clouds will wink at them in a gesture of kindness. Our tubas will be thrown down, for they are instruments of jest and suitable only for parades and birthday parties. Our banjos we will raise to our heads. Everyone knows that eight banjos can overwhelm harps strummed on the ocean floor. Our neighbor fish have been making a racket with their harps and petitions. Yes, the banjos will even reach the Mountains of Saint Abacus Park.

The numbers are unaware, we will sing, they are unaware and content in their respective countries. Then we'll modulate and play the end of the chorus in D-minor --we want to be true to tone of the eagles. This is how we'll entertain our guests. We give each other winks, and before tuning our banjos, we pop cough drops into our mouths.

-Alina