An Un-Cooked Reverie

Mother she has gone to visit,

     Will be gone a day or two;

No, she didn’t cook up nothing –

     What is father going to do?

Sure, she left a raw banana,

     And some nuts beside his plate

When he sees what she has left him

     He’ll go on an awful rate.

Ma believes in uncooked fodder,

     Says it’s healthy as can be;

Then she says she will not worry

     Over stuff for pa and me.

Says she’ll have a chance to visit,

     And a life of greater ease.

Mother’s eating pie at auntie’s –

     “Father, pass the pickles, please!”

Dec. 8, ‘09