AT THE BUFFET
One, two,
Cheese fondue;
Three, four,
Stir and pour;
Five, six,
Candlesticks;
Seven, eight,
Plate fresh dates;
Nine, ten,
Roasted hen,
Eleven, twelve,
Extras shelved;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Serve terrine;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Plate sardines;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Serve haute cuisine;
Nineteen, twenty,
Don’t be grabby,
Buffet manners are elementary.
Literal Rhyme
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Beverly Stock is an American poet, a former journalist, and a feature writer; she delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small memories we so often overlook. Her verse has been published by the Society of Classical Poetry, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, PowerPoetry.org, PoetrySoup.com, and Lighten Up Online, in the U.K. Visit her at www.beverlystockpoetry.com.
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