'What's For Dinner? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

What's for dinner honey?
called my husband, from his reclined favorite chair.
I don't know right now my dear
then I went into, a transcendental type of stare.

For I had not taken out the meat to thaw
for our dinners nightly feast.
So I best get to making something soon
I can hear my husbands', hungry stomachs' beast!

I opened up the freezer
Then I opened up some drawers.
I couldn't seem to find a thing to cook
so I opened them all once more!

There in-front of my eyes view was seen
crackers and some cans of soup.
I whipped it up and added a touch
of eggs and some noodles with loops!

'Dinner is served! ', I called out to all
then heard was only footsteps running
franticly down the stairs and hall.

'Wow honey, you out did yourself again! '
was the message that I heard.
From the sweetest man served somekind of concoction
of crackers, loopy noodles and eggs from a bird!