Old Grandfather Lou begged a question at supper As mother defrosted the meat from the tupperware Casserole dish with the red polka-dots: "Why must we dine on the tots?" "Oh, Grandpa," said she with disparaging tone, "You've been spending too much of your dying-alone time by Reading those books, having radical thoughts, Of course we must dine on the tots. "What good were those kids before they were our food? Outrageously smelly, impulsive and rude Plus you know very well that the fresh produce rots So clearly we'll dine on the tots." "I remember," said Lou, "when we all looked ahead, Your rationale's crummy. Who will live when I'm dead? My nightmares these days tie my insides in knots. O why do we feed on our tots?" But before he could finish, his daughter had placed A fork to his lips and transformed by the taste He exclaimed, "Oh the flavor! How I savor it, how did we live before dining on tots?!"