Dad’s Favorite Recipe

I’m tired – it’s been a long day
working eight to five.
An hour’s drive will get me home
assuming I survive.

At last, my castle looms ahead
as I drive down the street.
My daughter greets me at the door:
“There’s nothing here to eat!”

“Of course there is,” I sagely say.
“I know just what to make.”
I have Domino’s on speed dial.
No need to fry or bake.

No complicated recipes,
no need for deep reflections,
all you need is just a phone
and follow my directions.

Grasp it firmly in you hand
so that it doesn’t fall,
now gently fold in numbers.
(That’s how you make a call).

You’ll find my simple methods
can be done with ease.
Ring. Click. And there’s your answer:
“Can you hold on please?”

It’s time to add some special spice,
sarcasm fills my voice.
“I didn’t call to be ignored!”
Click! I have no choice.

Now my anger is stirred up
until it is full blown
when suddenly the line goes dead -
I’m listening to a tone.

My wide-eyed daughter peers at me.
My speech goes in the gutter.
I growl at her - “No pizza!
You’re getting peanut butter!”

~Huntersmoon~