By Tom Baideme
Oct. 28, 2011
What a chilly morning’s end
After a night of heavy frost
Cold still lingers in the air
Puddles skinned, still stuck in shade
Had to vie across the duct
To get to where I’ll have some eats
At Maryb’s for some cider hot
And a piece of Friday quiche
Then to the kitchen for some repast
Of something for a Friday treat
Some custom flavored mac and cheese
Or some miracle done with tuna fish
Sill more pasta than I would wish
No exotic smoked shrimp or fish
No reason I should and go and risk
When I know there’ll be no lobster bisque
But I’ll got and sign my name
And put a couple exes down
Cause whatever’s on the bill of fare
I’ll probably end up taking something home
Something to eat on Sunday morn
Some kind of meat I couldn’t eat
Until all of Friday pass on by
And I can finally eat my fill
So much for the late October fret
Of the talk of snow and the feel of frost
Lucky I’ve enough to bundle
To help me trudge the tundra path
