Dinner

Dinner

A 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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Added on September 4, 2013
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