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