Before Lunch ( Dejeuner )

We sat at Sunnyside Park, I wish I was back there,
I wondered if there was a place in heaven so fair;
at the last supper there was a mysterious no. thirteen,
disciple that is, Judas speared an asparagus it was seen.

Perhaps there is a Judas at every table, could be you,
who is disingenuous, sniping, wasting time as they do;
guess who's coming to dinner, turned out to be a sinner,
the likelyhood was dubious that they'd ever be a winner.

Elsewhere, they ordered prawns from dusky Madagasgar,
whilst I was stuck with an old grey crab rather below par,
they gave me a pair of nut crackers to crack the claws,
the others winked, time stood still like a pregnant pause.

The next time you're treated to being with dinner guests,
cast a wary eye on your fellow diners before your cutlery rests.