Niteowl. I am really, really not hungry because I had a huge lunch. Like, I am not even sure how I ate that much (except that it was friggin' decision). In fact, I feel kind of like becoming a python and spreading out to digest, actually. But this poem makes me want to have baklava. *flails*
Anyway, this poem is really cute and I love how it joins the generations together over one of the best times to be a family ever -- dinner time. It's just really cute to see how the different generations interact with each other and everything!
The only thing is that I think it might have too many inside jokes? There were times, anyway, in which I kind of stared at the words and thought, "Eh... I don't quite understand that." So, it feels (to me) like peering in on someone else's family dinner, but not having all the context.
Still, it really is a cute poem... even though it highlights the fact that I don't have baklava. (Woe!)
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