I. L'hors-D'oeuvre
Light the candels,
one, two, three
no, best make it seven
seven is the lucky number.
There are only 6 in the box
God, I hope I'm not going to Hell.
II. Le Plat Principale
Shall I say grace?
No, you best do it--you're holier than I.
"God, please bless this food
and all your children.
Except of course the Gays
--and the Jews
--and the Leftists
--and all of those who wear red shoes in the Vatican"
"Amen"
III. Le Dessert
You're right,
I best take the topping of my cake
it's an indulgence...
And put it on yours.
IV. Le Café
I didn't know what I was getting into
when you said "pass the sugar"
and I did.
"Excuse me sir, but this is granulated"
"Sugar is meant to be served in cube form"
And then I looked into the eyes.
of your double-barrel rifle.
and then I heard the shot.
A contest entry
- Controversy by I swashbuckler OK.
470 points, ended July 22, 2007, 19 entries
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The meal left a few wanting more, a few hurting, and a few even dead, but all were entertained till their plates were empty, then later discarded.
Excellent poem, I enjoyed the allusions, stylishly presented as always.
-Mal
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Well thank you, as always
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Hasn't really attracted the comments required to win. Mildly controversial at best. Thanks for trying though.
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This is not a meal in which I'd like to partake. Very thought-provoking, this is, and amusing, though I feel have to grimace a bit (that's a compliment!).
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Could you have been
One of my cousins at Grandmothers table sans the gun?
Your poem retrieves unpleasant memories of overdone potroast, potatoes with hearts(undercooked) and plastic
peas. A yearly ritual at Grandmother`s. I often wonder how my Father survived. In retrospect, her piercing black eyes were not unlike a double barreled rifle.
One cube or two?
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Your Gran should meet my Gran---they'd have a lot to talk about XD
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