The beastly feast was
filled with frights,
fangs and claws and flickering
lights.
Table manners went
unobserved;
grunts, farts and loud
burps were heard.
Food was gobbled,
slurped and chawed.
Drinks were spilled.
Bones were gnawed.
The room was left in
quite a state
when we realized the
time was late.
We sliced the cake and
passed it 'round
then at the door, a
pound, pound, pound!
I hurried to the
entryway
thrilled this was the
end of day.
Our guests flowed in my
wake
their hunger and thirst
now fully slaked.
I sent them home with
daddies and mammas
and put my little beast
in his pajamas.
Another birthday.
Another year.
My baby's growing up, I
fear.
Next year we'll do
something less frightening,
like riding tigers or
bull fighting.
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