My Favourite Dish
Big, bad Bubba knew how to dish it out
Without provocation he’d start to shout
His bedroom “dish” took a hike
The last time his temper spiked
When she saw steam fuming out his big snout
*Entry for David’s “My Favourite Dish” contest
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