What’s for Dinner?

 
My parents entertain a klatch for dinner.
Ma makes everything from scratch for dinner.
 
She bakes potato kugel, simmers goulash,
and pan-fries blintzes (a large batch) for dinner.
 
A mallard leaves her eggs for just a moment.
Gulls snatch a few before they hatch (for dinner).
 
They’re generous as all get-out, my parents,
inviting even big Sasquatch for dinner.
 
While love bug larvae nibble thatch for dinner,
wolves spot a moose they’ll try to catch for dinner.
 
As Rover cleans up fallen bits of strudel,
my parents stage a shouting match for dinner.
 
A praying mantis gnaws her lover’s noggin
somewhere in a cabbage patch for dinner.
 
As ma and pa begin to eat each other,
I slip out of what they unlatch for dinner.

Martin Elster
 
If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Martin Elster would like to hear them.