<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=444972" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Uncomfortable 'Is' The Silence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I sit pondering, <br>With your eyes fixed...<br>And gazing strangely, <br>At my giblets.<br>I wonder...<br>To myself, <br>Of course.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this the season, <br>I should use? <br>Will the appetite ignite excitement? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is that why your eyes remain fixed, <br>Because my giblets sit...<br>Crocked, <br>Without a top? <br>And no heat to increase the ingredients? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind is not the only thing unplugged! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are the onions, carrots and celery chopped? <br>No...<br>They are not, <br>As a turkey lays baking...<br>Awaiting a stuffing mix, <br>I have yet to prepare...<br>Because I forgot! <br>And there is no sign from me given, <br>I am ready to start? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh so uncomfortable is the silence, <br>As I am without explanation...<br>As to 'why' this Christmas dinner, <br>Will be late to serve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uncomfortable 'is' the silence! <br>And I wonder...<br>Should I, <br>Plug in the crock? <br>Without the lid on top? <br>Or not? <br>And is the staring I get, <br>Deserved? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uncomfortable is the silence.<br>And not a snack to munch, <br>Is on a platter placed...<br>From which munchies are crunched, <br>To tease a nibble to taste.<br>What a waste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uncomfortable is the silence, <br>When hor d'oeuvres are not presented to offer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I can understand, <br>Why eyes are fixed...<br>And glaring.<br>Since nothing...<br>Not even a carol heard playing.<br>Or chestnuts roasting on an open fire, <br>Can quench the thirst...<br>For intentions meant with desire, <br>But gone undelivered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unconcomfortable 'is' the silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=444972" data-title="Uncomfortable 'Is' The Silence de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="As I sit pondering, With your eyes fixed... And gazing strangely, At my giblets. I wonder... To myself, Of course. Is this the season, I should use? Will the appetite ignite excitement? Is that why your eyes remain fixed, Because my gible..."></div> </div> </div>

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