| Subject: Ya Gotta Have "Heart"! |
Author:
Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 09:45:32 03/19/02 Tue
All studies will show the value of family-time sweet,
Especially when gathered 'bout our table, to eat.
In days gone by, Ozzie and Harriet did set the norm,
A glowing communion, so fuzzy and warm!
My goal was the same, one eventide blurred in long, long ago,
Little brother and sister set silverware, all in a row.
Mom in apron, so radiant, with nary a care,
With ever-helpful dad carrying plates, moving chairs.
"What's for dinner?", gleefully chirped two pint-sized faces,
"It's a SUPRISE! Just sit down in your usual places!"
"I'm starving", chimed dad, with knees under table,
While from the warm kitchen curled aromas "undefinable".
In came a platter, mounded with a strange meat,
A queer, quivering mass, with fragrance of unwashed feet!
It's appearance so alien, caused kids to recoil,
And dad, our great leader, sat upright with great toil!
Six eyes tracked those objects, shrouded in blood vessels abounding,
"PLEASE MOMMY, DON'T MAKE ME EAT THAT!", screams pitifully sounding.
Poor mom, whose slighted efforts, were taken so personal,
Caved in and saw this play had no rehersal!
That course of beef-hearts was now labeled "R-Rated",
Dad's look came THIS CLOSE to having him castrated!
So with disposal hummings filling that kitchen from hell,
A car-ride to McDonalds; gruesome stories to tell!
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