Late But Not Forgotten

Well technic'ly, it still is suppertime --

My table groans with fruit and cake and stuff.

And folks still graze, sip beer and slice up lime

(To make cocktails); and there is time enough

To sonnetize. The party a success,

And stragglers still conversing while they drink

I smile kick back, and feel zero distress

About my sonnet date with you. I think

My house is well and truly warmed. A good

Time has been had by all, and all agree

I chose a damn fine place to live and should

Be happy here a good long time. I'll be

Quite glad to post some photos of the bash,

But now it's coming up on time to crash!