C R Forrester 'BILL of FARE'
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singin' in the rain
Springs all-you-can-eat buffet
earthworm bill-of-fare
The Every Day Special of the House
By Elton Camp
In many families it is on the bill of fare
The parents know too well it’s there
For the dish nearly drives them wild
The one served by an ungrateful child
Because it will always include
A generous portion of attitude
Smothered with dirty looks galore
Of eye rolling there’s very much more
Then there’s sarcasm served as dessert
It matters not how the cruel words hurt
An offspring to parents surely does owe
At bare minimum of appreciation to show
How wrong to take what they provide
Then repay with cruel remarks so snide
For all they suggest show vile contempt
As if from common courtesy exempt
After the parents have passed away
It’ll be too late any kinds words to say
Tonight my wife proclaimed, "My dear, we are dining out!"
I said, "Fine! How about steak and taters or rainbow trout?"
"No" she insisted, "I want an exotic Italian dish!"
Alas, I lost another tete-a-tete spousal skirmish!
We arrived at Luigi's or some such place,
And were seated cozily by the glowing fireplace!
We proceeded to order our favorite wine,
And to that point everything was going fine!
The server presented the menu to me.
I needed an interpreter I could readily see.
The longer the bill of fare that I perused,
The more I became addled and confused!
Fettuccine Alfredo, Portobello Gratine, Tortelloni;
Spezzato Cacciatore, Rigatoni Alla Carpinelli;
Linguine Bagutta, Cattaloni Penne Alla Taratina;
Tortelloni All Primavera, Scaloppini and Picata!
My head was spinning but hardly from the wine.
As I tried to figure out upon what I'd like to dine!
I summoned the waiter and said, "If you please,
I'll have a buffaloburger with onions, pickles and cheese!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
VISITORS
Each early morn before sunrise
They’re on our porch no surprise
The breakfast club – many fine cats,
Knowing where the food is at,
Come from east, south, north and west
Convinced our bill of fare is best
Lord knows where these stray cats are from
If indeed are kept by anyone
Times are tough and the jobless have to eat
So pets – mainly cats – wind up on the street
They pad around the neighborhoods
Hundreds hunt for food prowl dense woods
We’ve been feeding them now for many years
Ever careful not to raise their fears
For freedom has a terrible price to pay
A careless step may end their days
Well,
We’d named a little black one Scat
Then noted one day she was rather fat
We shrugged smiled as days went by
But big surprise - Scat had kittens before our eyes!
that dime that our life can turn upon
what was wanted, been attained, then gone
to pick from our ground, a penny of thought
of that bill-of-goods we sold and bought
yet i don't give quarter or take a bit
life's bill-of-fare, a fair tendered chit
was well worth the price paid for the meal
repast appetizing, an apperceive of appeal
even the plug nickels, so changeably fickle
add spendable cash, little by little
jangling softly in cottoned pocket of view
many possible paths in the future to pursue
now i coin a phrase, of my future's purloin
saving, always saving my hard-earned coin
that these timely baubles, carried all my life
would fill these longings 'til last contrived
steal a way, deal away, life is too short to say
all i'd ever need, any life's part to portray
scene of some endings, some sense of complete
with a discrete life lived, ample and sweet
change is, in fact, what life's all about
our metamorphosis occurs day in, day out
only left, if we're lucky, with our memories
of life's experience and all its vagaries
© Goode Guy 2012-02-19
"That's not my elephant!" You could hear her say,
As quickly she ran, caught on film, heading this way.
The 2nd graders all laughed as they watched the movie,
Many of them thought it was really "Groovee."
For this was a film shot of their teacher Ms. Ella,
Whose performance in it was anything but stellar.
She was running for her life as the big bull feigned his charge,
The one she was supposed to ride wasn't nearly that large.
But it made for a good chuckle when she showed her class
The home movie of her trip to India's Kyber Pass.
Soon it was lunchtime...the cafeteria line was fun
As they laughed about how fast their teacher could run.
Spaghetti was on the bill of fare
Passing it up...one wouldn't dare.
Because they would need all their energy tonight
They had a test coming on the Bill of Rights.
Ms. Ella was a good teacher and her kids liked her a lot
But her tests were difficult as if she had some plot.
She would send them home with work to do,
But they learned from her film, not everything is work too.
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