MEATLOAF BY THE POUND
by Madeline M Power
Thursday, March 25, 2004
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This poem is about my good friend and neighbor, Dale Maureen whom I refer to as the Entrepreneur Next Door" and her husband making a meatloaf. Meggie is my daughter.
It was raining that Sunday in March
The 30th to be exact as I remember,
But feeling much like November.
I was on the phone with the entrepreneur next door,
While my wee little Meggie wailed
I want you, I want you Aunt Dale
And nothing was going to stop her,
So I said time for a cocktail!
But Dale continued with her tale,
Not even stopping to exhale!
She wanted me to remember
My husband has come up with an agenda!
He’s making a meatloaf and I surrender!
But first things first my dear!
You'll have to go to Acme I fear!
I need fresh thyme, no not fresh lime,
And rosemary, parsley and basil, in no time!
Don't forget the bacon and ground round by the pound,
With some veal and fresh pork to put on my fork!
So with Meghan in tow Dale Maureen said lets go!
They headed northbound to get the ground round
For the meatloaf feast that could feed a beast!
When they reached their destination
Dale Maureen's worst fears came true ...
The deal was no veal, not even ground pork
Well he'll just have to settle for sirloin on his fork!
So when wee little Meggie and Aunt Dale got home,
Aunt Dale hollared "I spent $72"!
It's not worth it to get hot under the collar
Just add arsenic to the list of ingredients
And I promise your husband will be obedient!
So hubby went to town
Making meatloaf with only ground round!
And with fresh mashed potatoes with gravy
He could have fed the Navy!
But Dale called me at nine,
And said she still hadn't eaten dinner in time.
It's nine o'clock I said as her finger still bled.
I'm starving and off to my bed!
I said what time did your husband start cooking?
I think she said at four when I got back from the store!
Five hours to cook this meatloaf I said?
Is he slaying the cow in the backyard instead?
Oh no I screamed with laughter,
You still have to clean up after
So stifle your yawn
You should be eating by dawn
Thank goodness it's not daylight savings
Or you'd be headed to work with stomach cravings!
But after it all, what really mattered instead
Was the gesture of love shown by a husband to his wife!
As he toiled in the kitchen from morning to night!
So the moral of the story is:
DON'T EVER FEEL LIKE AN OAF WHEN YOU'RE EATING MEATLOAF!
Authored by Madeline Power
MEATLOAF BY THE POUND