An Invitation to Dinner
I’d invite you and your wife to dinner
but my wife’s cooking is, well, no winner.
I guarantee that after the first bite
my prediction will kill your appetite
and in short time you’ll be speeding
from your chair to the bathroom heaving.
But if like me you had to sit and eat until
your plate was clean of every morsel
piled on it no matter how distasteful
it appeared or how indigestible,
my advice you’ll find most practical:
wear your running shoes, spare the table.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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