Oh, Mabel, remarkable Mabel
your dining demeanor is queer
you eat with your feet on the table
while a teaspoon sticks out of your ear
Your mouth opens wide and then wider
as you shovel six hamburgers in
your elbows are dripping with cider
there is mustard all over your chin
In your lap lies a lump of linguine
your toes cling to slices of bread
your knees balance pounds of zucchini
there’s a pudding on top of your head
Your nose is spread thickly with butter
your shoulders hold pickles in brine
Oh, Mabel, you may make me mutter
but it’s wonderful watching you dine
