When We Had Maureen To Dine
WHEN WE HAD "MAUREEN" TO DINE
The table was set for eight, all curtains drawn
Each joint of meat neatly piled up, all as sawn
Upstairs the guests were getting ready to dine
Men in their black tuxedos; looking at the time
As so the ladies in their heavy satin ball gowns
Known to each other but; from different towns
Dinner gong sounded all making their way down
To more than an impressive sight does astound
Teak paneled walls; which adorned, exquisite art
Gilded mirrors witness to secrets; not to depart
Thickest of red velvet curtains; that heavily hung
The musty stuffed bird in a cage that never sung
Gold candle holders placed; upon the regal table
The burning wax candles; giving light where able
Each took their allotted places; all ready to feast
No prayers given their hunger truly is unleashed
I having no belly as for the more seasoned meat
Spied the more tender slivers of a brain; so neat
As beckoning the waiter; placed it upon my plate
And with a kind of relish, I thus with care did ate
This brain was like no other a fair morsel in taste
So; with small minted peas savoured in no haste
Lightly steamed and thinly sliced, no season gave
Silver platter duly empty, no morsel was I to save
Finishing it; with a fluted glass of Beaujolais wine
Maureen’s skull I made into a goddess like shrine
As to never forget when we had Maureen, to dine
And pray one day that her poetic talents, be mine
Belch; Damn it, McGreavy did you just repeat on me there . . . ; )
Disclaimer: I wish to point out that the real Maureen McGreavy was not used in the making of this poem and is still very much alive and kicking . . . ; )
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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