The retinue wore togas toked on opium and drank each’s other’s wine
Nibbled peanuts talked of heinous and premeditated crimes
Between the politics and the poems conversation stayed refined
At lisa’s party having a real good time
A legendary film star smashed a glass when a man guessed at her age
The ceiling opened and revealed the naked lady in a cage
A fireater scorched his chin, departed in a rage
From lisa’s party isn’t it jolly fun
An artist bit a chicken’s head off and laughed as he passed the rest around
Pieces quivered their coctail sticks but were swallowed without a sound
The trampolinist jumped too high came crashing to the ground
At lisa’s party isn’t it a whizz
But lisa was the perfect hostess she planned a big surprise
Spread the cyanide in layers across a delicate mint pie
Told her guests a hint of almond makes the dullest cake seem nice
And they all died.
