The DJ from Moscow was pumping out tunes.
The house mostly bare but for furniture, strewn;
A sofa for three and an armchair for one.
The guests started piling in, looking for fun...
'Twas Elle who came first, seeking somewhere to slouch,
She leaned on the wall with her feet on the couch.
Her boyfriend soon followed and sat down beside,
And cozied in close as they both turned and eyed...
...a blue jay that fluttered in, down from the sky.
More falling than flying - it wasn't clear why.
It flipped as it fell, landing hard with a whack,
Between the two seats and lay dead on its back.
The next to arrive, a conservative man,
With laces as straight as the beeline he ran.
He sat down, oblivious, square on the bird!
And that is where things went from weird to absurd...
The twins came next; first one then two,
Like lightning bolts struck from the blue.
The first crashed on the floor, out wide,
With legs propped up, on armchair's side.
When number two came dropping in,
He settled on his brother's shin!
His feet, in turn, then came to lay,
Upon the man, upon the jay!
By now the room was one big din,
But people kept sardining in.
As case in point, there came a gent,
Who, dressed as Mr T, then went,
And crammed himself beside Elle's guy,
And gave high fives to those nearby.
Then Elle rushed in-- Can that be who!?
No time to check... (perhaps there's two?)
She looked for space, dived head-first in,
And made a seat of piled up twin.
But now the time had come at last,
As I stepped into chaos, vast.
I surveyed everything in sight,
Then moved with purpose for the right.
This party ends in tragedy.
I planned it from the start, you see.
'Cos as I sat, they could not flee...
As all that was just ceased to be!
Draw a picture of the room, including everyone's exact position, as it was in the moments before I sat down.