My Spacious Apartment

I have got a spacious apartment.
And everyone is welcome.

We have a get-together every night.
Lights are always on.
Guests keep ringing doorbell until early morning.

Mr Could-Have-Been and Mrs Should-Have-Been arrive hand in hand and greet with forced smiles on their heavily lined faces.

Mr How-Could-You-Do-That refuses to shake hands with me. He shakes his head in disappointment every time our eyes meet.

Miss I-Told-You-So struts ostentatiously. With an air of superiority she peers at my dark circles through her thick spectacles and clicks her tongue sympathetically.

Mr and Mrs Remember-When bring their children. The kids jump up and down and wreck havoc, knocking over glasses of liquid grief, staining the carpet in my spacious apartment.

Mr Chuck-This-Let-Me-Chill dances as if there is no tomorrow, alcohol dripping all over his front and ends up throwing up on sofa to Mr How-Could-You-Do-That's utter horror.

It takes me entire night to lock them all up in a room.
Finally when I try sleeping for the wee hours of the morning, they bang on my bedroom door.

'GO AWAY!' I shout.
I think I am not a good host.
The stubborn guests all of them are, they ring my doorbell again in the following night.

I let them in.

Because I have got a spacious apartment.
And everyone is welcome.