Eating Dinner Poem by Naveed Akram

Talking about me went timidly,
In the kitchen we were talking,
Let it pass after the supper,
Then tell me a fable to eat and enjoy.
Bending down to eat my food,
The plate wanted to look at me,
And I stared at what I sat,
Seeing juniors post their letters for fun.

The talking was alert, the amusement huge,
In the doorway I was delighted to meet
A queer man who seemed like a reptile,
His fish was in his throat
After the bone was a boot for itself.
My lips seemed to gleam with relish.