A careless cherub
fell in the punch bowl
nearly drowning himself
in tropical fruit and vodka.
Upon extricating himself
from the frigid slush
(with help from no one, mind you)
he folded his arms
and fervidly danced
around the room
like a mad russian in heat.
His face burned
bulbously red
as he laughed and danced
on table and chair
throwing back his head
spewing pineapple chunks
across the crowded room
'til I put
the little b****** down
with one of his own
friggin' arrows.
Nothing displeases me more
than a drunken cherub
at a wedding reception.
(The pineapples weren't bad tho')