Let marinate over night

A poem
by me. (and that's pronounced "Ah! poe-ehm" not "Uh pom")

I have been pondering many things
(including cabbages and self-appointed kings
--really, truly, I have).
But none of them are fully marinated enough to share.
So you shall have to wait.
A little bit longer.
While I ask (insert artful sigh here)
one more person to, "Please push your chair in,"
NOW!


Please do not be alarmed. That last emphatic bit was not said out loud. The poor dears would cower or laugh in my face. It depends if I wore makeup that day or not.