YOUR PLACE

Written by: Tracy Martin

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.