We're ready

Our friends walk in with their jerseys on,

bringing in their desserts,

cookies shaped like footballs,

on a stadium plate

We're ready

We're ready,

Our scorching hot wings make our hands stick to everything we touch,

On our table we have dips,

Guacamole dip, Salsa dip, Taco Dip

That overflow the bowl,

Our friend prepares her famous jazzy jambalaya,

that have a tangy sweet and sour taste,

We're ready

The chips are opened and poured into a bowl,

We all take a bite filling the room with crunchiness noise,

Louder than a symphony orchestra,

As we dip our chips into the dip,

part of our chips break,

making us fish out the chips from the rest of the dip,

We're ready

The chili dip is placed on the table,

with the cheese covering the chili like a blanket

and making it hard to pull the chili apart,

The glasses cling against each other as they are carried,

as if they were chimes in a band,

before the drinks are poured in making that bubbly, sizzling sound,

We're ready

The doorbell rings,

The delivery man holds our sizzling hot pepperoni and cheese pizzas,

We pay the man and grab our pizzas,

We open the box to find us engulfed in a steam,

We're ready

We turn the TV on,

We're ready.