The Black Angus steak I made tonight was juicy, tender and well-seasoned,
Even though I fried it in a pan.
(The broiler would fill the rooms with smoke).
Sometimes I cook for myself, and make more than one thing,
Like they serve to you in restaurants, or during Holidays with family.
Mom always made an entrée and vegetables, breads and more.
I cook that way when I invite a girl over, or sometimes to just feel normal.
Tonight I listened to Sinatra sing.
“I Won't Dance” he said, and there was no one to dance;
No one to remember the buttered French bread
And the salad that went so nicely with the steak.