The Chinese lanterns broke
Into a galaxy of shards,
As Buster Keaton the dog
Rescued children from the pool,
A guest helped himself to a cleaver
For the fistfight in the front yard
And a gunshot Mercedes muffler free
Squealed an inch away from speeding
Over the guardrail to infinity.
Yet there was laughter,
Anecdotes of shrooms and equestrienne studies,
A morse code ode to alpha boobs
As a Magnolia Banana Pudding recipe
Was passed surreptitiously
Past the strict Vegeterrainean on the deck.
Who was a Wanna-Bee
And who was in the Biz
Was lost in the Tequila mixology
And the toxic drama family.
It bravely went on with a smile
Like the well-tempered fire pit
Until Carson saw the moon
Over Dodger Stadium
And the party
Collectively gasped.
