Tablemate Poems - Poems about Tablemate

...This might be a revolting idea a slow-thinking tablemate said. I rolled my eyes at my cousin Rhea and ate some sour dough bread. There has never been an original idea in her fluff-frilly head. Rol......

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...She chose wedding colors I was not fond of. They seemed blah to me – tan, black and gray. Ugh! How pretty could the decorations be? Not very. What about the foods? I asked hopefully. What wil......

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..."Would you like barbeque chicken, or country steak with gravy?" "Uh, huh." "You want both?" "Uh huh." Her tablemate drools, bottom lip hanging. He stares at his menu, waiting for someone to ta......

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...Black markings shade the space beneath green eyes, for Friday night means football in these parts. The name is Simon, snooping is my art, my reg'lar seat's beneath two hefty guys. There's plenty......

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