Parties: A Hymn Of Hate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST UBVWXAYZA2B2EC2NWYD2 E2F2G2BH2I2AJ2K2L2M2 N2O2P2Q2R2S2XT2U2V2W 2X2Y2Z2JA3J2BB3C3ND3 E3F3NG3HNS2H3NBAB| I hate Parties | A |
| They bring out the worst in me | B |
| There is the Novelty Affair | C |
| Given by the woman | D |
| Who is awfully clever at that sort of thing | E |
| Everybody must come in fancy dress | F |
| They are always eleven Old Fashioned Girls | G |
| And fourteen Hawaiian gentlemen | H |
| Wearing the native costume | I |
| Of last season's tennis clothes with a wreath around the | J |
| neck | K |
| The hostess introduces a series of clean home games | L |
| Each participant is given a fair chance | M |
| To guess the number of seeds in a cucumber | N |
| Or thread a needle against time | O |
| Or see how many names of wild flowers he knows | P |
| Ice cream in trick formations | Q |
| And punch like Volstead used to make | R |
| Buoy up the players after the mental strain | S |
| You have to tell the hostess that it's a riot | T |
| And she says she'll just die if you don't come to her next | U |
| party | B |
| If only a guarantee went with that | V |
| Then there is the Bridge Festival | W |
| The winner is awarded an arts and crafts hearth brush | X |
| And all the rest get garlands of hothouse raspberries | A |
| You cut for partners | Y |
| And draw the man who wrote the game | Z |
| He won't let bygones be bygones | A2 |
| After each hand | B2 |
| He starts getting personal about your motives in leading | E |
| clubs | C2 |
| And one word frequently leads to another | N |
| At the next table | W |
| You have one of those partners | Y |
| Who says it is nothing but a game after all | D2 |
| He trumps your ace | E2 |
| And tries to laugh it off | F2 |
| And yet they shoot men like Elwell | G2 |
| There is the Day in the Country | B |
| It seems more like a week | H2 |
| All the contestants are wedged into automobiles | I2 |
| And you are allotted the space between two ladies | A |
| Who close in on you | J2 |
| The party gets a nice early start | K2 |
| Because everybody wants to make a long day of it | L2 |
| The get their wish | M2 |
| Everyone contributes a basket of lunch | N2 |
| Each person has it all figured out | O2 |
| That no one else will think of bringing hard boiled eggs | P2 |
| There is intensive picking of dogwood | Q2 |
| And no one is quite sure what poison ivy is like | R2 |
| They find out the next day | S2 |
| Things start off with a rush | X |
| Everybody joins in the old songs | T2 |
| And points out cloud effects | U2 |
| And puts in a good word for the colour of the grass | V2 |
| But after the first fifty miles | W2 |
| Nature doesn't go over so big | X2 |
| And singing belongs to the lost arts | Y2 |
| There is a slight spurt on the homestretch | Z2 |
| And everyone exclaims over how beautiful the lights of the | J |
| city look | A3 |
| I'll say they do | J2 |
| And there is the informal little Dinner Party | B |
| The lowest form of taking nourishment | B3 |
| The man on your left draws diagrams with a fork | C3 |
| Illustrating the way he is going to have a new sun parlour | N |
| built on | D3 |
| And the one on your right | E3 |
| Explains how soon business conditions will better and why | F3 |
| When the more material part of the evening is over | N |
| You have your choice of listening to the Harry Lauder records | G3 |
| Or having the hostess hem you in | H |
| And show you the snapshots of the baby they took last summer | N |
| Just before you break away | S2 |
| You mutter something to the host and hostess | H3 |
| About sometime soon you must have them over | N |
| Over your dead body | B |
| I hate Parties | A |
| They bring out the worst in me | B |
Dorothy Parker
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