The room is filled with people, none of which I know
It is our engagement party and yes, it frightens me so
Theodore you just chatter away, but you are not yourself
Why do you look so peaky and pale; is it linked to your health?
Jane do not mock Lord Cranberry, I am very hurt;
By the negative things you say and words of poison you spurt
Do not poke fun of my friend, is it not plain for you to see,
By making a mockery of my party guests you also offend me!
Theodore you look so changed, what is wrong with you?
It’s not hot in here at all, what am I supposed to do?
Dear please stand still for a moment, you don’t look quite right
Perhaps you should rest now Theodore and retire for the night
I must get out of this room Jane, the music is oh so loud
My forehead is burning horribly, yet I feel trapped by the crowd
Is there a chair nearby? Oh where is the nearest door?
For I fear if I don’t sit down, I might collapse to the floor.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014