Dr. Scott's POV during dinner... twisted... you have been warned.



Blinking in awe

At the scene I now saw -

The creation to the side,

The couple of the left

The man (?) at one end...

Who could I depend?



Seven pink napkins and seven plates,

The mood and glares unmoving like slate.

He cut the meat,

She screamed and left.

I burst into song

About my nephew, now gone.



The tablecloth is off, the secret is out

(He pulled it off in an angry bout).

The air is now muggy

The tension is high

She bounds up stairs

Being chased by someone who doesn't care.