BYOB by richard lynn livesay

Dogs fry eggs that aren’t very tasty

Chickens make pasta that’s way too pasty

Your Turtle soup has a lot’a shell, Evellyn

Evellyn’s my cat, she thinks she from heaven

Stephen stewed the bananas with green beans

Everybody’s got gas and it’s worse than it seems

Wendy peeled an onion and is crying in the corner

She didn’t listen to Ian as he surly tried to warn’er

Ann called from New Mexico with her broke computer

Said she’d be late for dinner as she’s vetting an intruder

She and Birdie put on their serapes and went to San Felipe

Said they’d bring us green chilies and a big Estancia sheep

Robert and Streaker went to the barn to burn all his books

Piryas’ at the waterfall giving armadillos dirty looks

Dinner will be ready early as the kitchen is on fire

I tried to make a soufflé from an old worn out flat tire

Maybe bring a covered dish as the whole meal is out-of-hand

But there will be nice music from the Scream’n Zombie Rubber Band

There will be no desert ‘cause my giraffe ate the alfalfa cake

Don’t bring a bathing suit, only skinny-dip’n in the lake

There will probably be a mutiny as everyone’s so tense

So I think I’ll write some poetry making absolutely no sense

About a dinner party that I had McDonalds’ cater here

That would have been a disaster except for the wine and beer