Party Haiku

In a single room
In Kensington Gardens Square
A story comes true

It is the story
Of a womans own free will
Both joyful and blue

Seem like a party
For friends and strangers alike
They are much welcome

Behind the thin walls
The potential guests gather
For invitation

The first visitors
Are the Arabic man and
His oh so old wife

Next the son and his
Many demons come and sit
At storytellers table

She can marry son
Have the old mother in law
A new father too

She referes to will
And say thank you all but no
Please rise now and go

A Turkish girl comes
Her story is homesickness
It is written down

Guests from Canada
Charmed by the architecture
Of the old Europe

They have both worked hard
To come this far to England
They are not kidding

Next is the gambler
She is only twentyfour
Loves sex and money

Going abroad soon
Relax in the sun in Spain
Not sure she return

Most memorable
The young cocain man next door
Shouting he wants more

When the party ends
The guests' voices are lowered
And it is silence