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I said I'd bring the Brussel Sprouts.
My friend said that was fine.
But still I saw him questioning
as though I'd crossed the line.

He mentioned we had many things.
A meal for a king.
But then he said "Oh what the heck"
and on I went with zing.

I mentioned bringing cranberries.
To which he said "For beef"?
Then stated that I didn't care
and kept it just that brief.

Till finally bringing cherries up.
The Marashino kind.
Do tell; I'd brought his anger up.
He thought I'd lost my mind.

I said they're for the ice cream.
When he said "We have cake".
Then told him we could put them on
for something new to make.

He greeted me with smiling eyes.
His kitchen in a mess.
He'd cooked the meal the whole day long.
This man was meant to bless.

The table sat in waiting now.
A knife, a fork a spoon.
My friend next to the burners on
where he'd been next since noon.

We talked about the day we had.
complained of things unfair.
While turnips, carrots and potats
sat cooking on with flair.

The roast was last to finish up.
It cooked a second time.
It looked like we'd be waiting on
for pink to leave the Prime.

When finally all was ready now.
Each dish upon the table.
You couldn't have had a better spread
or find a friend more able.

The turnips shining in their juice.
The carrots basted glisten.
Potatoes mashed in pile of silk
for gravy left to Christen.

We filled our plates with everything.
Three inches piled high.
And kept them separate in their space.
Not more if we could try.

When finally it had come to change.
The cranberries coming next.
My friend conceded they taste great
with beef in it's context.

The Brussel Sprouts were perfect
as we both approved thier taste.
And ate as many with the meal
to keep them from their waste.

With everything we ate that night
included was our prayer.
For though we stuffed ourselves that night
we're thankfull to be there.

We walked it off an hour or more.
Our health in need of chance.
Returning for another round
of ice cream, cake and trance.

To which I mentioned sweetened cherries
to add a little flavor.
When placed upon the ice cream scoop
would leave us both to savor.

The meal ended with a scrape
that both our plates gave squeak.
but despite our prayer and being full
not one us could speak.
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