Thursday, May 21, 2009

The Dinner Prayer

The cook forgot to wash her hands
Old grease was in the frying pans
The milk is nearly three weeks old
And Uncle Bentley has a cold

Yet if I don't ingest a bit
They'll make an issue out of it
So hold my nose and here it goes,
The start of all my gastric woes:

Now I sit me down to eat
I pray the Lord near death to cheat
If I should die before I'm done
May someone dial 911!

1 comment:

  1. This is funny and also true to life! I once had an aunt-by-marriage offer breakfast, prefacing her invitation with: "Good! There's pork chop grease still in the pan from last night. That'll keep the saussages from sticking." I had been warned and could truthfully say I had already eaten.