Dinner Table Gambit (Terrible Poetry Contest)

This is week 17 of The Terrible Poetry Contest, and while you’d think that’s enough, it’s not, because it’s also Chelsea’s wedding anniversary week! Wish Chelsea a happy anniversary and share a terrible poem HERE.

The prompt for this week is “Under-the-Table Deals”

Dinner Table Gambit

Sitting at the table I felt bold
so I put my hand on her knee.
The look she gave me was quite cold
sort of like I touched her with poison ivy.

I couldn’t give up so I tried again
and the result was the same.
She said, “What the fudge” are you insane?
I felt like taking on an assumed name.

Third time’s the charm, right?
So under the table I grabbed her knee once more.
She didn’t have to turn or talk for me to feel the frostbite
I said, “Why doest me dost thee ignore?”

The dog watched it all from under the table
smiling in that doggie way while chewing on a bagel.