I do not like this time of day
I never know just what I'll say
I feel as if I'm on display
When asked, "What's for dinner?"
I don't mind cooking if we have guests
It's fun to get the table dressed
And when my meal is praised and blessed
I feel like a winner
But the day-in and the day-out cooking
Leaves me panicked and always looking
Wishing it was reservations I was booking
Do you think me a sinner?
For now I will keep dreaming up meals
Even if they aren't ideal
I will eat less if there's no appeal
And then I'll be thinner!