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In the Car after the Party
Jenny wouldn’t speak to Garth
He’d obviously done something
To incur her wrath.
When all of a sudden she decided
Something needs to be said
She turned to Garth looking angry
With veins popping out of her head.
“Why on earth did you do it?
Why did you embarrass me?
What on earth possessed you
To eat the Pot Pouri? ”
“It was next to the peanuts” Garth replied.
“I thought it was there to eat.
It really smelt so nice
I thought it was a treat.”
Jenny replied “Well that excuses
The first bit you did take.
But I informed you what it was
Why eat the rest for Goodness sake? ”
“I liked it” was Garths response to her
“It really tasted nice.
It was a lot better than that thing that was served
That horrible thing with Rice.”
“That was Sushi” Jenny said to him
“It’s a delicacy from Japan.
If they can eat it in Tokyo
I’m sure you also can.”
“I’m glad I didn’t eat it then” Said Garth.
“here’s something you’ve overlooked,
The Japanese can’t be that clever with food
I hear they eat fish that aren’t cooked.”
“That’s what Sushi is” Jenny Replied
“Didn’t you know it was raw fish?
It’s considered all over the world
A very delicious dish.”
“Urgh…. That’s disgusting” Garth claimed
“Surely you can see.
That eating raw fish is horrible
You might as well eat Pot Pouri.”
“Look it was my bosses house” Jenny said
“Surely you could see.
How important it was
And you could have ate raw fish for me.”
“I’m sorry, I know I love you” Garth said
“But I have to draw the line
I’ll just stick with my Pot Pouri
That would suit me fine.”
“It wasn’t the only thing that you did” Jenny continued
“That I found embarrassing,
You drank the finger bowl, ate with the wrong knife and fork
And did you have to do that thing? ”
“It’s my party trick” Garth continued.
“Of course it had to be done.
At all the parties we’ve been to when I haven’t done it
Can you name a single one? ”
The argument carried on
They were at it all the way home
And when they were invited anywhere nice
Jenny always went alone.
Paul H Tubb
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