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.
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.
