What Would You Like For Dinner?

“What would you like for dinner?”
My wife and I usually ask to start our day 
“I don’t know, how about you?”
Is, typically, what we say
 

Though we know the question’s coming 

We don’t study for the test

We know the answer will be found 

Just like all the rest

 

We could find a favorite recipe

In one of my wife’s many books

Most recipes take a bit of time

So, we resist the urge to look

 

We could always go to a restaurant

Many nice ones are nearby 

Takeout is a less-favored option

And home delivery is there to try

 

And “YOYO” is always in the cards

We do it now and then 

You fix your dinner, I’ll fix mine

“You’re On Your Own” again

 

On YOYO days, my old standby 

Reflects my Southern roots

Scrambled eggs, grits and bacon

A dinner at which my wife just hoots

 

She prefers something healthier 

More along the vegan line

Her selected source of protein 

Will be a legume every time

 

It’s the reverse of that old nursery rhyme

About Jack and Mrs. Sprat

My wife prefers the lean

I’m partial to the fat

 

That suggests we are like the Sprats

Who could lick their platter clean

But as to what goes on the platter

Our complete agreement remains a dream

 

When it comes to our dinner choices 

Every day will still be Groundhog Day

But somehow it all works out

I guess it will always be that way

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