Guests... Poem by anju addanki

The guests I had called-
had come to eat,
And all what i made was so sweet.

First came the starter-
Which was like a platter.
And then came the silly soup-
which was a bit chilly.
Then came the main course-
And all came with force.
The curries I had made-
They had with no worries.
The pancakes on the table-
Went off like hot-cakes.
Then comes the sweet-
And all wanted to lose weight.
Looking at the moon-
They just had a spoon.
And with the night fall-
They all went off.