Upper Before Supper

Woman with a Bottle of Wine by François Verheyden (1806–1890)

I’ve waited so much since lunch

And with a bunch to munch

Each sight and swell smell

Tell my belly to yell.

We have more berries and cherries

Than a ferry could carry

And enough juice and mousse

To suffuse a caboose.

Yet what does my ear hear?

That “Supper is near to appear,”

And “It’s your fate to wait

Till you’ve ate your plate.”

Well, between you, me, and the tree,

Hide behind the fridge and you’re free to see

That while I’m getting thinner than wicker

Mother sneaks a stir of her liquor before dinner.