LIVER AT NINE

LIVER AT NINE

last nights dinner special
carved from pine by Robert Margetts

A clank of the dinner bell sealed my fate

Evil stepmother dumped a slab of liver upon my plate

Fried 5 hours pass its time

In the pan at 4:00 and out at nine

I looked in horror and in distain

This glob of glitch should be flushed down the drain.

No, not the drain, that would not do

It would clog the pipes as quick as crazy glue.

And to my surprise I began to believe

This burnt slab of snot actually laughed at me.

It jerked and twitched and sang an evil ballad

As it cowered for shelter beneath my dinner salad.

This was a shock, I must declare

But what came next cannot compare.

The beans and the beets out of the blue

Leap frogged the asparagus and crashed into the tomato stew.

Without remorse and to no debate

I opened my napkin and cleared my plate.

Unfortunately for me, my luck ran short

Evil stepmother growled and gave a bellowing snort.

“I see you crave liver as do I”

“And for desert, I cooked your favorite…Brussel Sprout Pie!”