The Kings Table
Laden with delights
whether PF Changs, Carmines
or Noodles.
The buffet, one dish at a time
arrives - raviolis, lasagna, cheese toast,
steak, salad and much more.
The talk amidst the food - “Taste it,”
“What’s your favorite?” “There’s the Titanic!”
The dessert didn’t float, did fall on its side,
did delight the table eyes.
The King’s Table, stabilized the reunion of family
and friends. Comfort food with roulette and dice.
All pitched in a few bucks but the King
was the biggest giver - he has a spendthrift heart.
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