Legendary Dinner Party
There are mitigating circumstances concerning last night’s meal.
The neighbor’s Lab retriever made off with the veal
that I’d meant to cook for you, and while I was off chasing it,
a magpie found my cooling pie and ended up defacing it.
When I returned to pie debacle—veal-less and dejected,
I fear the burning spuds I meant to mash went undetected.
Yet, I don’t deserve the calumny I know you’re bound to spread
about the Big Macs and the fries that all my guests were fed.
Dinner conversation was intelligent and humorous,
and covered up with ice cream, the pie looked much less tumorous.
So all-in-all although its various defects were horrific,
I know that future tellings of it will be most prolific.
its juiciest bits were ones that were not served with fork and knife.
I served you up a story to dine out on all your life,
and though the meal I planned turned out to be a meal from Hell, it
had a certain savor that you’ll taste each time you tell it!
The prompt words today are cook, mitigate, calumny and intelligence.