Please Pass the Potatoes
I’m not feeling spiritual and grace goes on too long.
It’s been at least ten minutes since I heard the dinner gong.
Six hours have now passed away since I imbibed in lunch.
Six hours since I had a chance to bite and chew and munch.
If they have fresh rolls, I swear that I could use a dozen.
That’s eleven just for me and one more for my cousin.
I trust that you won’t think this poem implies that I’m a glutton.
I don’t eat fish or mushrooms, rabbit, lamb or mutton.
So it isn’t true that I eat everything I see.
I just partake in food that I know agrees with me.
Cupcakes yes. Caviar no. Tripe I’ll give a miss.
Hearts and brains and liver are dishes that I diss.
I love hot dogs and hamburgers and gravy on potatoes,
but spinach does not thrill me. Nor do turnips nor tomatoes.
But if pot pies are what they’re serving now that grace is finally through,
I admit that I could do away with one or two.
Prompts today are trust, lunch, spiritual, imply, dozen,
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A flavorful poem.
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Ha. And a tasteful comment.
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Thanks ☺️
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Well you pics are certainly appetising
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I’m getting even with you for so often whetting my appetite.
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🙂
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And I was just trying to figure out what to do about dinner. After giving it a lot of thought AND reading your poem, I still have no idea.
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That’s because you are so much more exacting in your menus!!!
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I am feeding a lot of people and trying to make everyone happy. Often, they are all very happy, but I’m not nearly as happy. How did I wind up the daily cook?
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How many people are you feeding, Marilyn? I thought it was just you and Garry and perhaps your son.
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Owen and his partner Arthur, me and Garry. When it was just me and Garry, it was a small job — a little big bigger with Owen, but add one more guy and suddenly, it’s a MEAL. And everyone has specific tastes, allergies, etc. Three and two are relatively simple. Four are not.
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Owen and his partner Arthur, me and Garry. When it was just me and Garry, it was a small job — a little bit bigger with Owen, but add one more guy and suddenly, it’s a MEAL. And everyone has specific tastes, allergies, etc. Three and two are relatively simple. Four are not.
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Do the guys ever cook?
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You poetry, fun. Photos, yummy .
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;o)
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Very amusing, and that stuffed pineapple just got my creative juices flowing.
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It was stuffed with octopus. Imagine a kid ordering it. He ate the whole shebang.
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I cannot imagine because we do not eat shellfish and sea animals, but I was thinking of filing that pineapple with my pineapple chicken or, alternatively, with coconut Ahi tuna. It looks spectacular.
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I’ll eat the chicken! I don’t eat any fish.
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Your wish is my command, m’lady.
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When should I be there?
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