24 poems  “The Dinner Party”

 

Two Days Before

 

Is this quell

before the storm so veritable

scratching my head

in that pause, invariably

 

most dishes, too soon now

but I must keep going

the clock is ticking

so I must confirm where I’m going

 

Tempted to same those prunes deluxe

and saute the chicken

and add some seasoning

with a secret spice, not chicken

 

It just occurred to me

do I have enough matching plates

forks, spoons and knives

for an ideal setting to plate

 

People might have to use one glass

for a couple of drinks I declare

as their dignity begins to decline

the formality no need to declare

 

DeaBeePea  6-27-20