Passing The Parcel

Photo's courtesy of The Miseducation Of

It's a quarter to midnight
and all through the club
they flocked from every crevice
of our fair city Dub

To gather and circle
and make a wide birth
for the parcel that symbolised
fair Gossip child's birth

Treats for all players

All creeds short or tall

but we cannot ignore

we know winner takes all

Then all of a sudden

as if magically

our thoughts were displayed

for all present to see

The clubbers befuddled
a confession?, a haunt?
but hey, it's my fucking party
and I'll cry if I want