"THE LOST  SUPPER" A dozen guests for dinner! That's really all it took To weigh me down; my bride left town, And left me here to cook. A dozen  guests for dinner, And going by the book, I sweat and toil, and bake and broil, And, oh, the toll it took! I logged the cooking time and  reckoned Three full hours, to the second. My hungry crew goes right to town; They hardly chew, just scarf it down. In fifteen minutes they are  finished; All their appetites diminished. Life's not fair: three hours measured, Against those fifteen minutes pleasured? But wait a bit; let's  hold our horses. Forget those culinary courses. A dozen diners multiplied By fifteen minutes come out tied With my three hours. What a  break! So now I wish I'd served them steak. I'm really glad I fed that bunch. Now, help me plan tomorrow's lunch.