Interlude: Why Must We Dine On The Tots
Old grandfather Lou begged a question at supper,
As mother defrosted the Tupperware casserole dish with the red polka dots,
Why must we dine on the tots?
Oh grandpa, she said with disparaging tone,
You've been spending too much of your dying-alone time by reading those books,
Having radical thoughts
Of course we must dine on the tots
What good were those kids before they were our food?
Outrageously smelly, impulsive and rude
Plus you know very well that the fresh produce rots
So clearly we'll dine on the tots
I remember, said Lou
When we all looked ahead
Your rationale's crummy; who'll live when I'm dead?
My nightmare's these days tie my insides in knots
Oh, why do we feed on our tots?
But before he could finish
His daughter had placed a fork to his lips and transformed by the taste he exclaimed
Oh, the flavor! How I savor it!
How did we live before dining on tots?