Tuesday Dinner

[Ashke]

(Now for something a little less serious... Heh, I wrote this when I was much younger, but oh well, I still like it.)
:+: Tuesday Dinner :+:
Lump of meatloaf on my plate
Lying there in silent wait.
Should I touch it? Do I dare?
Maybe feed the dog my share?
Slowly poke it with my fork.
Is it beef or is it pork?
Nevermind, don't want to know.
Still my scared suspicions grow.
Chemicals and poisons too
Filled with lard and slime and goo.
No, my stomach could not bear
Stuff that kills the ozone layer.
Slow, extend a quiv'ring hand,
Surely mom will understand:
Rover's such a faithful pet,
Lumps of meatloaf he should get!
Deep within me, guilt unmasked
Stopping short of it's cruel task;
Trembling hand retrieves the bait
Rover should not share my fate.
Sigh and sink back in my chair
Eyeing with disdainful glare
Hated enemy of mine
On which I am forced to dine.
~*~ Ashke ~*~

 

[DanceSafeSoCal]

This sooooo reminded me of the poem Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout by Shel Silverstein.
REALLY cool!!! =) It made me smile.

 

[geminix88]

**tee*hee*hee***

..........dat was sooo kewl!

 

[Puck]

:griN: That was one highly effervescent poem, Ashke... Still love it.

PLURifically yours,
~*~ PuCk ~*~

 

[ViixEn]

yuck - i hate meatloaf. I share your pain. haha

 

[X2K]

wow Ashke that was great? that was like iambic pentamiter err whatever thats called! sweet!