Small Servings
'I'm having the children for dinner',
she meant it quite literally
a combination of the old
woman in the shoe and
Red Riding Hood's wolf
she was a peach most days,
til her blood lust went array,
still a humanitarian in some ways,
when it came to small-fry stew
she'd never cook up more than two,
gracious enough to ring up the parents
to inform them how well-seasoned
their children inexplicably were,
subsequently invited them for dessert
yet, she would never dine on
anyone over three - -
hardly tender enough to whet
one's appetite, when they arrived
told mum and dad the kids
had gone yonder for a quick dip,
proceeded to serve up
sugar and spice and
everything nice
on a fresh bed of
snips and snails and
puppy dog tails
Bon Appetit
Trick or Treat
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