I am only polished to a certain degree because I am <br />a table made of maghogany. I have extended ends that <br />fold, and I am proud to say I am two hundred years old. <br />When I am dressed for a function, I really am a winner <br />especially when there is an important dinner. <br />A pure white cloth made of linen and lace with crispy <br />white napkins to wipe your hands and face. Silver cutlery <br />that is as old as me and that also has to be polished to a <br />certain degree. <br />Goblets of crystal for water and wine, everything gleaming <br />and looking divine.Single stemmed roses in white china vases <br />reflecting on the chandelier and the clear crystal glasses. <br />Side plates made of Minton China, really I couldn't be <br />dressed any finer. <br />I have six fine chairs who just call me a table but everyone <br />has a place setting with a name on it's label. <br />There are two old carvers who have ball and claw feet <br />I cannot understand why, they are only a seat. Brass fitted <br />wheels they call a caster but they must be reserved for <br />the mistress and master, <br />The door is opened and in come the guests it's now time <br />for the servants to be at their best. <br />When dinner is over I am packed all away waiting to get <br />done up for another special day. <br />So on it goes from year to year with the same goodwill <br />and the same good cheer.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dressed-for-dinner/
