Me and the Chicken Kiev
by Gregory Blair

Dinner time, hours late--
So we sit, cold in wait--
Me and the Chicken Kiev.

You said six; now it's eight--
Still we sit; some hot date--
Me and the Chicken Kiev.

There it lies, on the plate;
We pass the time in tame debate--
Me and the Chicken Kiev.

Well, here you are at last, my mate.
Sorry, dear, but I already ate.
Quite good, your Chicken Kiev.