Dinner party

story poem

Dinner Party.

 

The table’s set, the candles glow

Fleeting reflections come and go.

From gleaming glass and silverware

Fine china adding to the show.

 

The guests we entertain tonight

can satisfy their appetite

With good old fashioned simple fare.

All home cooked prepared with care.

 

Accompanied by a glass or two

Of sparkling wine; Champagne will do

The mushroom soup is piping hot

But the prawn cocktails are not

 

Then roast beef moist and succulent

With vegetables designed to tempt

Rich gravy served with Yorkshire pud.

You could not wish for finer food.

 

The meal is over time to chat

exchanging views on this and that.

Enjoy each others company

Just relaxing comfortably.

 

But like all things the evening ends

We say farewell to our good friends.

The evening went successfully.

Thanks mainly to the company.

 

 

The food was good and adequate.

I know our friends appreciate.

A home cooked meal that suits their taste.

little was left to go to waste.

 

Much to our little dog’s dismay.

Expecting scraps to come his way.

His disappointment obvious.

but he’s too wise to make a fuss.

 

 He’s certain that I have held back

 sufficient meat to make a snack.

And he is right I always do.

He regards it as his rightful due.

 

I take him for his evening walk.

My wife and I find time to talk.

Although it’s nearly time for bed

About the coming year ahead.

 

I make a hot and milky drink

 that will go down as smooth as silk.

A perfect ending to the day.

Before retiring from the fray.

 

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

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