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Eggs and bacon too
She made him meatloaf every Monday
On Tuesdays it was stew
On Wednesdays she served chicken
On Thursdays they had wine
Fridays were a day for fish
Saturdays were out to dine.
Oh, she fed him finely!
He never ate so well
After a year he left her
Saying he was bored as hell!
This poem was inspired by the style of Dorothy Parker
and submitted to the Poetry Bus
7 comments:
Damn, there must have been a day in there she could have fed him something else? Just ask'n!
Ha-ha. This is funny, but bittersweet as well. Well penned!
Delightfully done Lolamouse and of course you're very welcome on board!
(We kind of have the same meals on a weekly basis in our house too!!)
Bwahaha and delightful! I'll be by for dinner on Thursday --- oh sorry he did give her to boot, didn't he. I usually don't know what I'm making for dinner until about 3:00 any given afternoon when I suddenly realize a dinner is expected.
Ungrateful slob, perhaps he could have picked up the slack and made her supper, I like the wine on Thursdays sometimes I need that on Friday night.
Well, just once in a while, sausages might have been nice!!
Picks myself up from the floor laughing..........
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