Please Pass Poem by Ima Ryma

Thank you my dear for letting me
Eat my half of the dinner first.
You've been waiting so patiently.
Have some water to quench your thirst,
While I finish these last few bites.
I shouldn't talk with my mouth full,
But sharing with you so excites
Me each and all the time - no bull.
We don't have to have a lot.
The more we age the more we learn
How to share whatever we've got.
And now my dear it is your turn.

I saved your portion, never fear,
And here are the choppers my dear.