Tables Turn

Tables turn And you’re that dreaded man The table’s stacked So high above your means The table’s set Without you being served Neither fork nor knife No platter at your side You’re uninvited At your own dinner A two legged table With no chair Requires you squatted No fair To make up the third And fourth legs As you host The other dinner guests Seated and comfortable Enjoying the dinner conversation The food is palatable So they say You smell They taste You swallow As they chew Balancing the table on your thighs Careful not to fall down flat On your laurels Lest you spill the wine, And ruin the entire cuisine And embarrass yourself Lest you show any discomfort And make everyone else Around the table Get up and leave Taking on the weight of the world The unpleasantries of life’s drudgery Enduring the suffering To ensure their enjoying Tables turned, lessons learnt You’re the mercury rising On the periodic table And you 'ruin' the dinner