Piece De Resistance
The Seconds grew impatient
As Anticipation aimed its dart
Hope sat erect at the table
Compliments practiced their parts
Breaths were held as the Chef pirouetted
The Piece de resistance proudly poised
Triumph on a smooth, sleek glass surface
To the accompaniment of Merriment's noise
Paradise was but a dimly lit candle
Beside the Pheasant's brilliant blue flame
Exclamations burst forth midst salivation
The Proud Bird had earned Highbrow acclaim
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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