Why is it that not all can see
This universe exists for me
Plebs and vassals about this earth
None but me have much worth
I am not run-of-the-mill
But the exception; if you will
Hoi polloi may ever be
A unique status applies to me
Not expected to do my share
Of others’ plight, I need not care
So do your chores, hold open doors
Place my desires above all yours
When circumstances dictate
That dinner would be nice
Friends soon agree the date
And check you’re happy; twice
The day before arrival
They phone ahead to say
“Are we still OK to visit?
Tomorrow is the day”
At the time they are expected
They knock upon the door
“Hello it’s great to see you.
We’ve brought flowers, wine and more”
They take care not to be too nosy
“Your home’s like a paradise”
Accepting whatever drink is offered
“Can we help with anything?”, twice
Catching up on the latest news
They seem to welcome your advice
Coming up to food time
“Do you need a hand at all?”; twice
Eating the fare provided
They praise the cooking, lots
“We don’t know how you do it”
Rising to clear away the pots
Long before it gets ‘awkward’
You’re waving ‘goodbye’ in a trice
“You really are the perfect hosts”
They say with meaning ; twice
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