Party Wolf

party beckons, a lurex shimmer
the multi layers of flaky pastry
a disco ball turning slow the tiny mirrors
winking back us standing
bums against the worktop talking
so much bollocks about the year gone
all our hopes and wishes bundled
we are little pigs with plans
architects' rolled scribble - our samples
straw and sticks and all the colours of brick
what we will build! we're all so brave
feasting on squat vol au vents and sausages
on sticks - we're optimistic, sparkling
in our party gear, black made racy with silver
threads and bauble earrings sexy tights
another day's the day to start avoiding
saturated fats for instance, another day
is good enough to begin our exercise regimes
and midnight hovers, coming nearer
promising fresh starts, we murmur that
this coming year we might get laid
we pause for bells but just hear
wolfish breathing at the door