The Perfect Dinner Table
A tablecloth that's slightly soiled
Where greasy little hands have toiled... Aurora he he ;
The napkins kept in silver rings,
And only ordinary things
From which to eat, a simple fare,
love to eat some schnitsel there,
And just Melanie Aurora an me ya see,
And while we serve, the clatter glad
Our little family gathered round,
Who have so very much to say
About the happenings of the day.
six big round eyes that dance with glee,
Forever flashing joys you see,
Three tongues that race and run
To tell of troubles and of fun;
There,s melanie with a patient smile
Who knows that she must wait awhile
Before she'll get a chance to say
What she's discovered through the day.
She steps aside for Aurora an me
and says what would we like for tea......
Our manners may not be the best;
Perhaps our elbows often rest
Upon the table, and at times
That very worst of dinner crimes,
That very shameful act and rude
Of speaking ere mouth full o food,
Too frequently, I fear, is done,
So fast we eat and then we run.
to play in garden every day
football,cricket basketball wee hey!!,
Yet why should table manners stay
Those tongues that have so much to say?
At many a table I have been
Where wealth and luxury were seen,
And I have dined in halls of pride
Where all the guests were dignified;
But when it comes to pleasure rare
The perfect dinner table's there
in beautiful Mel,s Whyalla
No stranger's face is ever known:
The dinner hour we three spend alone,
When little Aurora and Mel an me
sit down for breaky dinner an tea,
cant wait to be back at our table baby
i love you my angel... xxxxxxxxx
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