by Max Dinckmann
(Westerly, RI USA)
I’d have you and the Mrs. for dinner
but the wife’s cooking is...well... no winner.
I guarantee it won’t take long
before you sense something’s wrong.
In short time you’ll have to zoom
from your chair to the bathroom.
But if you were brought up to sit
and eat your plate clean of all that’s in it,
my suggestion, and it’s very practical,
bring a barf bag and spare the table.
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