Each week begins
amidst winks and grins,
pawing and fawning
over the buxom beauty.
lady and him. George.
Obnoxious lout, out of line.
She leans in for a kiss, but
he resists reaching instead
for the bread to complete his meal.
Luncheon meats sandwiched and slathered.
As we play in wait for the crumbs to fall.
What is a picnic without ants, after all?