The Dinner Table

A couple and their kids

Sit at the table

And after a long day,

The kids are starving, 

Waiting to eat the 

Turkey before them.

 

The husband notices

The wife's sullen

Face. He notices

That the food is

Getting cold, so

He politely asks his

Wife to put it in

The microwave.

 

She politely declines,

Preferring to eat her

Turkey right now, 

The way it had been

Cooked, but the husband,

With his polite stare,

Insists. 

 

In the microwave

The turkey goes, and

He places a number

4 on the pad, thinking

The turkey will be

Heated up fully in

A short time. 

 

So the wife and the

Kids, they wait

Patiently for the 

Turkey to be heated

Up. But the foolish

Husband is too busy

Smoking his pack of

Cigarettes to notice

His Error.

 

So the wife and kids,

Wait and wait, but

Knowing there's no

Other turkey in the fridge

To make, their 

Bodies are placed

At the dinner table,

Hot and Ready for

The next family with

Worms for hands to

Dig in!

 

And as the foolish

Husband finishes his

Cigarette break,

His foolish hands

Forget how to properly

Hold a cigarette,

And he burns the

House down with

Everyone inside, but

'Tis but a scratch

For the lucky, foolish husband. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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