The Dinner Table by Conner Scime That girl across the table Is really a piece of work, While laughing

at the joke she cracked Milk sprayed out her nose. She laughs again, She thinks its funny, But I have to disagree. For now I have to eat my food Thats covered in her spray. She laughs some more And spits her food, Chunks of chicken and fries. Dad starts to smirk, But is soon stopped short, By the look in Moms angry eyes. The look that says please dont encourage them, They know better than that. I feel as if nobody cares That my meal is covered in milk. So there I am Alone at the table Finishing my meal. This time alone gives me time to plan My act of great revenge Ill get my sister back some day, When we have mashed potatoes and peas.