Delighted To Share

What's that smell?
It's delicious.
What is it you're cooking?

'Oh...
That's not coming from here.
That's coming from our neighbor.
I 'wish' it was me!

When he first moved in,
Many years ago.
People around here disliked him.'

Why?

'We thought him to be too arrogant.
Too sure of himself.
And...
He even told me,
He was the 'cheese' AND the chips...
We'd come to like WITH his dip!
And you know that started a lot of rumors.
And gossip with it.'

That doesn't smell like cheese or dip to me.

'Well...
He has been working on new recipes.
Come and sit.
He just called and said,
He is going to be sharing it.'

I hope he brings some of it for me.

'Oh,
Don't worry.
He'll be delighted to share!
And you'll enjoy his company!
He has a taste that is rare.
And...
You will agree.

And if you don't...
Don't worry!
He will go to come back.
With something just for you to please.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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