My Dinner Poem by lisa parks

My Dinner



He made dinner
which was nice
for once...

I wasn’t feeling
good that day..
So my honey made
me supper...

It was so
good...
He made me
spare ribs...
With mashed potatoes
and sweet corn.

And for dessert
I had..
Oreo Cheesecake..
Yummy!

Now...that’s
my dinner.

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