Your Place

You asked me over to dine, And there we sat and drank some wine. The atmosphere was pleasant As I watched you cook our pheasant. I helped cutting the tomatoes While you stood and mashed potatoes. When we finished the salad, You sat and sang me a ballad. Then you finished cooking, And I didn't even bother looking. Then we sat down to eat, And I could barely stand the meat. The gravy was one big lump, And I thought I saw something in the potatoes jump. I know you tried, But the biscuits were kind of fried. Next time you want to dine, My place will be just fine.