Faux pas
I bought Henry the Fourth dinner,
but my expectation being too great,
it did not please him.
I drank a pot or two and parted.
A cat with one eye
was going my way.
“Strange fellow, tell me,
how is the king now?”
Poems on the topic: dinner
Poems on the topic “dinner” on Poets.by.
With You
Can I tell you something?
You mean the world to me,
You're never off my mind,
I love you for everything you let me know,
And everything I'm yet to ask.
I love how you look when I speak,
How you hear the words I say,
How you think and then respond,
How you treat me like an equal.
I love how you joke with me,
You talk with, not to me,
You answer no matter how strange-
I ask a lot of strange-
I want to meet your family,
Want you to meet mine,
Want to see you eating dinner
Un/Familiar
i tried returning home today
but by the time i made it up that beaten path
and through the rocky driveway
and past the old broken gate
another family sat at my table eating dinner
it'd taken me so long to go back
that my home stopped wondering where i'd been
Guacamole
they usually fry flat
these things aren't alive they're tortillas
I wonder that they will come
do I hear them
anytime after four
look I'm cooking all these leaves for nothing
bends because there's still some moisture inside it
they must have went home
look at that floor
well I'm ready
no development from mess call
all yes a quiet evening at home
you and your friend there what's her name
some time in the early evening means
they never intended to come for dinner
joined that one
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