Sonnet #77

The act of sitting around a table
With loved ones is among my dearest joys.
Therefore, for as long as I am able,
When eating I shall produce raucous noise!

For a meal full of din makes a dinner
More enjoyable for every seat:
The head to the foot, from saint to sinner,
Laughing all together makes each bite sweet.

So leave your polite manners at the door.
Instead, bring a tongue with a taste for wit.
Crow might be eaten, but not anymore
Than can be stomached. So grab a chair! Sit!

There’s no quicker shortcut to a good mood
Than through talk, libations, and tasty food.

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