May I Be Excused?

Last night's post reminded me of this poem I wrote for an 11th grade creative writing class. It reflects a typical exchange at the dinner table while I was growing up. Here it is, unedited. I must have written it during my ellipsis period, which I believe may also be known as a period period period.

"At the Dinner Table"

Do you want some more?

Hmm . . . what?

I said,
Do you want some more peas?

Why?

Will you just answer?

Well . . . I don't know . . .

Do you want some more?

You can have them.

But do you want them?

No,
That's all right . . .
You can have them . . .

I DON'T WANT THEM --
You can have them . . .
Honest.

All right,
If you're sure you don't want them . . .