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Table Manners
At his wife he shouted: I’ve had my fill;
your cooking gets first prize for swill.
Why, it isn’t even fit for a hungry pig.
Is that why, she shouted, you down big
and bigger portions, and why your nose
dives blindly into it and disappears?
Wake up, porky. What do you suppose
I’ve been feeding all these years?
Copyright ©
Maurice Rigoler
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