meatball mamma

with both hands
and all her might
she sinks them in the meat

squeezing hard
and mending all
this process does repeat

i sit and watch
at beckon call
and don’t get in the way

my two cents stays
inside my head
i've nothing much to say

like a vet
with neutered dogs
balls fall upon the plate

cows would line up
if they knew
their culinary fate

boy i’m such
a pasta face
meatballs and spaghetti

dinner time
no need to call
cause i’m always ready

fill up my bowl
a slice of bread
lots of grated cheese

i need a bib
around my neck
to protect my sundries

so glad she gets
her anger out
while cooking us this meal

cause she’s good
at pounding meat
don’t wish to be the veal

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards