Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Sending It Back

My sandwich came on toasted rye;
The toast was overdone.
Without much thought, I sent it back
To get a different one.

My husband said had it been his,
He surely would have kept it,
Implying that it was
My obligation to accept it.

Perhaps I should have mentioned
That I like my toast real light,
But serving some approaching burnt
Seemed far from close to right.

When paying money for a meal,
The least that I expect
Is to be presented with a plate
I won’t need to reject.

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Daniel Turner August 31, 2016 at 5:31 PM You always have to consider where you are and who you make angry. I won't even tell you what happens to food that is sent back. Glad you stood your ground but I'm going to have play the safe side of your husband. Better to eat burnt toast than someone's saliva or worse. Enjoyed the read, Mrs Ilene.

Jan Allison August 31, 2016 at 4:50 PM Glad you stood your ground Ilene - I too would have sent it back - the thought of a burnt toastie turns my stomach lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Tim Smith August 31, 2016 at 4:47 PM I probably would have suffered through it like your husband. Glad you stood up for the proper sandwich.