Dinner for FOUR with Franklin, Disney and Earhart

Dinner for FOUR

The Introductory First Act

The table was set with a clatter and clink,

With goblets of giggle-juice ready to drink.

The roast was a-roasting, the puddings were plump,

And the mashed tater-tots had a marvelous bump!

I looked at the clock, it was quarter to eight,

My Dinner for Four was about to be great.

I’d sent out the letters, the postage was paid,

For a whimsical banquet I proudly had made.

Three guests I invited from times long ago,

To chat and to chew and to put on a show!

Act Two: Benjamin Franklin

A knock and a crackle, a spark at the door!

In walked a fellow who’d been here before.

Old Benjamin Franklin, with spectacles round,

And a kite that was trailing along on the ground.

"A penny is saved," he declared with a grin,

"When you use a fresh pretzel to hold up your chin!"

He sat at the table and sparked up a light,

And told us of chasing the storms in the night.

He nibbled a crumpet, he sipped on some tea,

And invented a fork that was shaped like a V.

"The turkey," Ben argued, while carving the meat,

"Is a much better bird than the eagle to eat!"

Act Three: Walt Disney

Then came a whistle, a cheerful upbeat,

As a man with a mustache stepped into his seat.

Mr. Walt Disney, with papers and pens,

And a marvelous host of his magical friends!

He drew on the napkin a mouse with big ears,

Who danced on the plate and provoked many cheers.

"If you can dream it," Walt said with a sigh,

As a cartoonish castle appeared in the sky,

"You can do it, my friend, with a wish and a star,

Or a ride in a wobbly, toontastic car!"

He chuckled and smiled as he conjured a broom,

That waltzed with the gravy boat right round the room.

Act Four: Amelia Earhart

A roar from the garden, a swoop and a spin!

A shiny red airplane had just tumbled in!

Out leaped Amelia, in goggles and cap,

With a map of the world sitting snug in her lap.

"The sky is my home," she proclaimed with a smile,

"I flew over oceans for mile after mile!"

She didn't want pudding or giggle-juice sweet,

But a lofty meringue was her favorite treat.

She spoke of the clouds and the birds and the breeze,

While spreading some jam on a wedge of green cheese.

"Adventure is out there, just waiting for you,

In skies that are painted a brilliant light blue!"

The Dish Washing Act

The dinner was done, there was nothing to chew,

But look at the dishes! Oh, what will we do?

The sink was a mountain, the counters a mess,

A tower of plates causing awful distress!

"To the bubbles!" cried Ben, with a shock of delight,

As he harnessed a battery’s glorious might.

Walt sketched out a sponge that could scrub all alone,

With a squeak and a splash and a bubbly groan.

Amelia tossed saucers and kept them all flying,

While Ben used a kite-string for marvelous drying!

The soap suds went soaring, they covered the floor,

A wonderful end to our Dinner for Four!

Then they waved their goodbyes and they vanished from sight,

Leaving sparkling clean dishes to gleam in the night.