Dinners and Suppers and Lunches abound;


O, if a respite could only be found!


Rarely has so much been scoffed by so few;


Endlessly meals seem to form in a queue.


Eagerly one seeks reprieve, not repast.


(Next week I think I shall go in a fast.)




Kith and kin visit in unceasing flow.


“It’s a big day, Mother, where shall we go?


Time to express the affection we feel:


Can we all go out and have a nice meal?


How’s the Ancora sound, – plenty to eat,


In easy reach, and, of course,it’s our treat.”


Never say die, though the waistband is tight;


Eating with family’s such a delight.


(Roll on next Tuesday, I’ll soon be all right