The Dinner

Tis' a calamity A dinner, to which I must oblige For it was a request of my family To whom I cannot deny Mother welcomed me in warmly Her expression rather wry Father is late and will be back shortly And to her I cannot defy Take a seat, back arched upright The aroma of Mother's cooking is brimming with life Mother vigorously encourages me to take a bite My dear Mother, whom I cannot deny The chewy meat is roasted dry With each bite against his flesh Crimson seeping from Father's eyes But this is a request of darling Mother, whom I cannot deft Lest I wish to end up like him