Magic Word

a guest poem by Jenny Albers

You’re hungry for tacos or pasta or beef? 

Oh, you’d like pizza or soup or potatoes? Good grief!

Now it’s crackers or quiche, a charcuterie board too?

What’s that? Why yes, I do like fondue.

And casseroles and chili and nachos? Of course!

All of these things are what I endorse.

Okay, okay. I’ve got you covered.

Just let me see what I’ve got in the cupboard.

But first, you know what you must say.

The magic word comes before the buffet.

Oh, what’s that? I heard you say please.

That’s not the word. Do not tease!

Now, I know you know better.

The magic word is closer to cheddar.

Cheddar, like cheese. Yes, that’s it! 

You’re almost there. You’re too close to quit!

That’s right! The magic word isn’t please,

but CHEESE! Yes, cheese!

That’s it! You’ve got it! Now let’s take a seat.

We’ll have all the cheese we can possibly eat!

Thank you Jenny!
Jenny Albers is a wife, mother, and writer. She’s an expert procrastinator who is most likely avoiding an approaching deadline. She believes she can have her cheese and eat it too.

Jenny writes at www.jennyalbers.com you can find her on Facebook and Instagram too