butterflydreaming | (no subject)

Current Mood: pseudo Shakespearean

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poem,
sushi

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Shall I write fondly of the divine meal,
Of how we laughed, of ev'ry lovely dish,
Tempura fried to aesthetic appeal,
The beasts and beauties created in fish?

How seven sat with chairs enough for eight,
How even while we dined without one there,
His absence had a near and subtle weight,
Presence marked by more than the empty chair?

'Tis true, Dave introduced most of our lot
To each other, in his own grenade style,
But I must ask, was this part of the plot --
The women's talk, the shared, sarcastic smile?

We parted late, in camaraderie;
'Twas greatly fun ~ 'twas brilliant company.

Not exactly iambic, but it's only been about 14 hours. ^_^;