The Disenchanted
Dinner Host
By Ann Morris
I’m a disenchanted dinner host
At the Inn of Humble Faire,
Besieged by uninvited guests
From the realm of magic rare.
There are too many unicorns.
Too many dragons I’ve seen,
Too many bugeyed monster
types,
And little creatures of green.
A large number of griffons abound
And likewise pegasi.
Mythical beasts are all about.
I wish they’d all go by.
I’d like to meet some gentle folk,
The ordinary kind,
To sit with me at suppertime,
To toast and share my wine.
We could dine on unicorn stew
And maybe some griffon pie,
Followed by a course of dragon meatloaf
And pate’ of pegasi.
We could have some lovely desserts,
Like none you’ve ever seen,
Some green creatures
jubilee
And bugeyed monster ice
cream.
Wouldn’t that be lovely? (sigh)