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
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