Jarek Kordaczuk
A quarrel at the dinner table
Lots of people turned up
some alone, some in pairs
All of them neat and smart - nothing to sneeze at
They sat as they came
eating, drinking, congratulating themselves
the man proposed toasts one after another
suddenly the fat guy said
that it used to be his place
where someone else took a seat
and that sitting someone
replied something loudly
frightening the lady who came with him
she spilled the juice with lemon
at the man with sour look
wiping off the salad from his jacket
seeing that, his brother shouts
don't give up and
eat the lady's cutlet from her plate
then another guest cried
it's enough
he wouldn't share bread with a riff-raff
one is screaming at another
it can't be like that my fellow
outraged, offended, they started quarreling
Everyone was quarreling
soup with main course, bone with fish
even stew fruit didn't like to be neutral
two mackerels flew
at one lady dress
and stayed there even after seventh washing
noone listened to anyone
everyone was screaming, shouting
crying, roaring, squeaking, moaning, going mad
row, fuss, real brawl
son with father, aunt with uncle
it was sounding just like this...
quuiiiet! - you could hear inhuman squeak
cutting off the quarrel's head
all the guests turned white and pink
it was only a little crayfish
who has just sawn some poppy
and till the end it was like this...