My oldest friend clapped her hands
for attention, she had news to share
she would be holding her birthday party
on Saturday and she wanted me to be there.
Oh please say you’ll come, she says,
you really would be missed.
When I get to the party that night,
my name isn’t on the list.
As the door-men re-checked the guest-list,
I was filled with dread,
when I repeated and then spelled my name,
they just shook their heads.
Maybe I should have called her,
maybe I should have said,
maybe then finally I’d be allowed to pass,
my face burning red.
But it was so embarrassing and so awkward
I will never live down the shame
of standing on the nightclub doorstep
while they searched for my name.
I’m sure it was some oversight
that she never meant to offend
but these things always happen to me,
and she’s supposed to be my friend.
I am going to throw quite the party
when my birthday comes around
and I’m going to invite her along,
but her name will not be down.
Of course not, I wouldn’t dream of it,
that feeling was just the worst,
Instead I’ll write a poem about it
and have my revenge in verse.