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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Dinner At Eight

The awful cook makes feetloaf;
And for dessert, a layer snake.

The terrible servants serve it;
Each course out of order and late.

We all sit down
And choke it down,
Then summon the incompetent doctor.

He pronounces us well
Though we itch and swell,
Then departs via helicopter.

The horrible host says goodnight by post
Three weeks later by standard form...

We're invited to dinner again next winter,
Alfresco in the howling storm.

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for One Shot Wednesday

52 comments:

  1. LOl
    Gorgeous... I've just taken part on this One shot W thing!
    :)

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  2. feetloaf...lol...is that sole food? i do like meatloaf...one of my favorite comfort foods and snake is not bad a bit chewy...quite the intriguing dinner party shay. nice one shot!

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  3. Alfresco in the howling storm...i want to try that! I love it!! :-)

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  4. love the feetloaf...a trip to the Adams Family home, when i was younger - someone at work used to call me Mortica...fun, fun post...bkm

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  5. Extremely clever and funny. Word play was excellent; I felt I'd experienced a formal but gruesome dinner party--oh wait a minute, I did. Thanks, Gay

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  6. Hope winter is far enough away to prime your taste buds for another!

    Entertaining poem:)

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  7. This was a hoot from beginning to end, Shay. How sweet of the guests to partake!

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  8. I was thinking "oh no I haven't eaten and she is going to have my mouth watering" Ha I should have known.
    Not hungry!!!

    moonie smiles

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  9. Well! See if I invite you to another one of my dinner parties!

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  10. I was expecting a Rocky Horror Show
    soiree...

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  11. I'm thinking Titus Andronicus here...or it would make a great jump rope song!

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  12. ahaaaa..too sweet! needed this light feeling now..lovely!

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  13. I love your poetry. Nice shot of your face on da blog, Shay!



    Warm Aloha from Waikiki

    Comfort Spiral

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  14. sounds like my kind of dinner:P i think i laughed the whole time. reminds me of one of my fave poetry books when i was little, "Beastly Rhymes."

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  15. Ah, you are so funny!

    I think I might hold off a while on breatfast now. :)

    xo

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  16. This dinner seems mpre viscious
    than it does delicious
    If you know wha I mean

    The only question yet to be seen
    Is who is going to clean
    All those dirty dishes ?

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  17. I laughed, then read it three times. What a party! And thank you for the enjoyable time I spent here.

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  18. yep..as everyone else said...feetloaf....but perfer mine with lashings of jam..thats toe jam LOL...a great enjoyable poem..cheers pete

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  19. Sorry... I had a hard time getting past feetloaf.

    It was a Rock Horror flashback.

    Sort of.

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  20. Umm, Shay? Sorry, something suddenly came up and I can't make it for dinner this weekend. Maybe next time.

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  21. I'm not sure I'd except another invitation to this dinner party. Feetloaf cracked me up!!

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  22. And for dinner next winter
    I will feast like a beast
    And hope the M.D.
    Stays away from me.

    This was great fun.

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  23. So fun to read - just what the doctor ordered. ;)

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  24. I hope everyone chewed thoroughly so no one had to administer the Hemlock Maneuver

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  25. THIS IS SO GREAT:~) I loved reading this one...it was fun...everything backwards. I like feetloaf and layer snake:~)

    Oh, you are so clever and you make reading poetry the most fun. I want to write like you:~)

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  26. Very clever and so much fun! Great job.

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  27. Hey Shay, I'm back from vacation and so happy to read all your fabulous work. What a gift you have.

    I've had a few "feetloafs" in my day. You crack me up.

    Hope you are good. Happy September,
    jj

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  28. sounds like good eatin' and better than we get in this fitch free house.

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  29. Do you write Haiku's there's a Haiku blogfest going on Thursday and Friday

    http://hatshepsutnovel.blogspot.com/2010/08/announcing-haiku-blogfest.html

    You have poetic talent -- that's obvious -- I thought you might like to enter, Roland

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  30. Great poem! What a delightful dinner party? How could you refuse a repeat? haha

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  31. I think next year, I'll call in dead.

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  32. SO glad you posted this one .. I missed it first time around. Consider this my RSVP!

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  33. "Alfresco in the howling" winter!
    Ha! Frozen guests would be the frosting on the cake! Grotesque indeed.

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  34. Where is the dog under the table when you really need him?

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  35. I'm very happy to get as chance to read this poem. It reminds me of all the meals, of one sort or another, that we are forced to swallow. Excellent metaphor and darkly humorous.

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  36. Fun silly poem. Gave me a chuckle. At least I am not THAT awful a cook!

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  37. Funny and so whimsical food...

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  38. One of your word romps that can't help but cause a ladylike snorkle if not a carefully repressed guffaw. I think I've been to that place some years ago, when I didn't know any better than to accept food from strangers.Glad to have the chance to read it, Shay.

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  39. i have been to this dinner...pretty sure it was the company which made the food so bad...

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  40. Your tag about the rich said it all. Sure, you have the exotic foods, etc., but the awkwardness, the lack of consideration for guests in favor of uniqueness and extravagance... I LOVED this little stinger, Shay, brill. Amy

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  41. Fabulous, Shay. I enjoyed this but am glad I wasn't invited.
    K

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