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What A Dinner....

Once you got away, second you will not,
You just made this cook very hot.
Day after day, complaints from you,
Whether it’s the laundry or the beef stew.
Nothing I did was good enough,
Dishes not done right or the bacon was tough.
So tell me what will it take for me to please?
Do the oil change, mow the yard, and make you a grill cheese?
Or bathe the dog, iron your clothes, and get your beer?
Well tonight I had it, I can’t take anymore my dear.
So as you bow to say your grace,
I will snip the smile from your face.
This is the choice I had to make,
So, then the final blow, as you taste my chocolate cake,
Surrenders like lightening across your plate.
Words you last said now your worse mistake.
So that final bite will be your last,
You better swallow mighty fast.
One quick pounce and a slit,
I’m removing it all right where you sit.
One hard slit across your neck’s fold,
Complaints no longer, truth be told.
Laying in the plate of crimson,
I shall carry on without cringing.
Do up the dishes and clean up the place,
Until I meet the police face to face.
It’s all good, you won’t complain again,
Farewell, farewell, I’ll sing to the end.
The wicked oh man will no longer complain,
A dead man he is now, I’ve done forgot your name.

Author notes

You Don't Like the Dinner I Fixed? OKAY!! Take that and that!
True news from the newspaper: A man was stabbed at the dinner table... his girl friend did it... did he complain about the food AGAIN???

Yea i know not a funny situation for i know this happens and i for one speak out about it, im tired of reading stuff

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  • Melodies
    November 14, 2007

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    Ironic...

    So horrifying to think that someone might get offed at the dinner table. And now we are headed toward the big Thanksgiving dinner! A very sincere and telling poem, wonderfully written with much drama and imagery.


  • Griswold silver member
    November 14, 2007

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    I must remember to not ever criticize you cooking dearest, I like my blood to stay in my viens thanks. Well done baby, Love you...Scott


  • x-Black-Butterfly-x gold member
    November 13, 2007

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    lol i know it happens i do it to my mum if i dont like it lol. its strongly penned well done mom and best of luck

  • ms. kitty kat
    November 13, 2007

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    this is great..I love it. guess he won't be able to complain again now will he, this will teach him...
    good luck in the contest.

    Kat