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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