When the in-laws came by for a while...
We fixed Margaritas, in a family way,
And drank in convivial style.
Conversation, it flowed, as the light dimmed to gray,
The food, it ran out -- but then there was more,
Till not much was left, to ponder or say,
So we showed them the door...
In a family way.
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