Thistle

Gate crasher

Invader

Not invited to the party

You drift in, keeping a low profile

Lurking beside the drinks counter

You sidle close, yearning to join the conversation

But no one says

“What a lovely green dress!”

You’re not one of the pretty people

Prickly

You rub people up the wrong way

Bouncers approach armed with canvas gloves and a trowel

You are evicted