Dinner Guests My M'Lady-
She's not alone she brings a fly
A pet turtle dove and lots of pie
For eyes do stutter at ghosts
He leaves she stays he wants to toast
Dinner is served. No one sits
Rooms cold She covers herself with a quilt
Welcome my lady my guest
Welcome to this Buffet feast
1/7/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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