Dinner Bell Poems - Poems about Dinner Bell

The sun will shine, The moon will rise. The nights will always glimmer. The birds will fly, The bugs will glide, The people will hide for winter. Everyday subsidies, Everyday I survived, I still don’t feel like a winner. All the plates will be shined, All the guests get invites, But I’ll still eat alone for...

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Saved by the (Dinner) Bell So there’s the old woman lying in bed with a Bible in hand and a gun to her head She can’t see the point in waiting to die. and is eagerly plotting her final good-bye. But aromas of dinner are filling the room with their mystical way of dispelling the gloom. So she thinks she will wait...

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farmer tills field blackbirds prepare for the feast...

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The old dinner bell sits silent now on it’s hook Calls to meals no more My Grandmothers bell Rang every night for supper We came running Sunday always fried chicken Wednesday was a large pot roast Friday pork chops I lived for those days My three most favorite meals Ran fast on those days Wash...

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The old dinner bell sits silent now on its hook Calls to meals no more My Grandmother's bell Rang every night for supper We came a runnin' Sunday fried chicken Wednesday was a large pot roast Friday was pork chops I lived for those days My three favorite meals Ran fast on them days Wash our hands and face Sit down so that we can say grace Pass the...

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