"Potluck"

I. Church night is Wednesday Potluck feeding frenzy, won't you belly on up to the buffet line? String beans, baked pumpkin, Oh, Lord, ain't it something? Cooked in real butter it's so fine. Mrs. Brown baked her brownies. Mrs. Jones bought a dozen éclairs. The lady with the cats brought a casserole or two. It's made with shrimp and cat hair.

II. The program's a slide show, the Wilsons thought we'd like to know, everything about their trip while they were gone. The way they are smiling looks just like they're lying, Mr. Innis snores while they drone on. But Mrs. Brown baked her brownies. Mrs. Jones bought two dozen éclairs. And though it feels that this night will never end, dessert awaits us and we don't care.

III. Someone said food fight and corn found its way into flight. It hit Rev. Taylor on the head. First there was silence and a few prayers for guidance, then the young perpetrator was dragged home to bed. (Ain't it awful is what he said.) Because ... Mrs. Brown baked her brownies. Mrs. Jones bought three dozen éclairs. Well-behaved, polite children are rewarded. And delinquents don't get theirs.

IV. Grand Canyon, Morocco, and Richmond's cool Shockoe, pictures with flat monologue. When the Wilsons are finished, applause wakes Mr. Innis, though we are as tired as logs. Mrs. Brown baked her brownies. Troop Master Terrell made his crock-pot s'mores. And though the clock says it's ten forty five, this time next week we'll be sure . . . to be here.

V. Yes, church night is Wednesday potluck feeding frenzy, won't you belly on up to the buffet line? String beans, baked pumpkin, Oh Lord, ain't it something? Cooked in real butter it's so fine. It's not as good as the movies, and a concert downtown's got us beat. But talking with you over coffee and good food makes my circle complete.

VI. So, limas and tuna, baked bread and a few of those portabellas sautéed in wine. You bring your weenies and I'll bring the beanies and we'll have a very good time.

(Tofu surprise is sublime---wrapped up in crepes. I think that Jell-O is lime---with seedless grapes. Even delinquents are fine---we give 'em lots of breaks. God won't you bless the buffet line!)