THE DINNER PARTY (A POEM)

THE DINNER PARTY

The napkins took a leap
And danced across the floor,
While everywhere
The silverware
Clamored out for more;
The cups and matching plates,
Were in a festive state,
While napkin rings were
Rolling round and singing,
The glassware took a shine,
And had a sloshing time,
The flowers on the table were all blooming;
They asked what the cook would bring,
And if dessert would make them sing,
The tablecloth had had a hot-iron grooming.
The Salt and pepper shakers
Shook themselves for takers,
The old oak table groaned from all the weight,
While nearby was a clock
That went tick-tock-tick-tock
Dinner will be served tonight at eight.
It was a dinner party,
And everyone ate hearty
Of Yorkshire pudding
And a Prime Rib Roast;
And when they’d eaten dinner,
The guests thought it a winner,
And someone stood and then
Proposed a toast.

The silverware and china
Thought nothing could be finer
Than taking part in a feast bewitching,
It was a rude awaken,
As the party guests were breaking,
To end up in hot water in the kitchen.

–Sandra Lee Smith

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One response to “THE DINNER PARTY (A POEM)

  1. This is a very nice and fun poem! I like it!

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