Entree

Daintily securing my cloth napkin around my neck
I lower myself into poised position in the chair
Facing the dining table, holding knife and fork
The anticipation for my meal I can hardly bear

A reverent prayer is recited
With head bowed down low
Then I look up with hungry eyes
and a watering mouth below

Tenderly I slide my knife
Into my tasty treat
While the fork in my left hand
Holds it on the plate neat

The first bite makes its way
To my eager mouth awaiting
Eyebrows raise with the pleasure
Of the taste explosion its creating

Soft, decadent bread
Fresh from the store
Sticky, ooey, gooey
Grape jelly I adore

Creamy, dreamy peanut butter
With the occasional crunch
When you add them all together
They sure pack a punch!

Oh this peanut butter jelly sandwich
So appealing and delicious
Every time I dine on one
The outcome is propitious

Dear me, look at my plate
It appears my entree has gone
I've consumed it all in so little time
And now my belly is drawn