DinnerA Poem by Lauren Patrick
It'll be ready in just a minute
Even the sharp knife couldn't cut through the meat Meat so fresh, it was a bloody mess The guest is in the dining room Waiting The bell was rung, dinner is served Seated at the head of the table is one Waiting Something new will be tried tonight The first bite is taken The guest smirks and says, "The meal was delicious, Mr. Lector"
© 2013 Lauren Patrick |
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