LUNCH AT COSTCO’S  by Tom Neiger

“It’s Saturday: Let’s go to lunch.” she says.

“Where should we go?” I say.

“Lets have lunch at Costco’s

We can eat there free all day.”

I’m hungry as we enter the store

So we head right for the food.

It’s served up in bite sized cups

and is really pretty good.

We start with scrumptious apple pie

And then on to the beef we go

It’s been cooked in a raspberry sauce

And warmed up nice and slow.

we head on to the chicken next,

and on broccoli chicken we dine

But I don’t enjoy it as much as I should

I’ve still got that pie on my mind.

I wonder if she will remember me

As I line up again for the pie.

I reach in to get another piece

and I feel her give me the eye.

Dried raspberries from a northern state

Are next on the menu to eat.

I have never had dried berries before

And find they are nice and sweet..

The pie is calling me once again

So I take off my jacket and hat.

I circle and come from the other way

I might sneak by her with that

I think that I might have fooled her

And I grab as she glances away

But then I hear her clear her throat

And decide that I shouldn‘t stay.

Next Mrs. Beckett’s spaghetti sauce

Is served with a small piece of bread.

A three pound jar for four forty five

I believe that is what she said.

I will be buying none of this stuff

But intense interest I feign

Its time to sneak the back way around

To get into the pie line again.

I know that pie woman knows me

As I reach for a sample again.

I believe I hear a growl in her throat

so I slowly withdraw my hand.

The wife says try the fish in cream sauce

And I try a sample of that.

It tastes like it laid to long on the beach

And shouldn’t be fed to a cat.

And so it goes for an hour or so

As we circle the tables and dine.

I wonder how the luncheon would go

If they offered up samples of wine.

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