Please Be Kind
While we're eating, please be kind,
your manners and mine should intertwine.
And if you promise not to burp,
I'll do likewise and not slurp.
My mouthful of food, I will not expose,
but, you must NEVER blow your nose.
Our future may be long and great,
it all depends on how we ate.
If your habits are disgusting,
there will be some sharp adjusting.
For, how can one love a sloppy eater,
I'd have to find someone much neater.
Should you cross me on this date,
a short goodby will be your fate.
Moral of the story:
Never judge a man by how high he makes you fly,
when it all comes down to it,
count the food spots on his tie.
Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2010
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