![]() LunchtimeA Poem by Alvin L. KathembeIt’s lunchtime, and my eyes are sore From sleeping and reading - the latter the more Resurrected, are my dead brain cells By the kitchen’s tantalising smells I snap awake - no time to lose I do like a plane, and follow my nose Straight to the mess - spread out so neat The most pretty, delightful feast! I stare until my eyes are sore I stare till stare I can no more In all my life, I could have swore I’d never seen the like before! From juicy beef strips, gravy dips Roast potatoes and chicken sticks! Desserts so pretty on the plate You almost pity them their fate… No phones nearby "they’re a hind-er-ance Just forks, and knives, and an ambulance We approach the flayed and roasted cattle With all the seriousness of a battle And chomp! And chew! And snap! And smash! And gobble! Grind! And snip! And gnash! The previously pretty, ordered feed Is now a sorry sight indeed… Grunts and growls, our eyes are lit, Our faces scowl, our brows are knit And there’s a button you can hit - Should someone go into a fit - That’ll bring a doctor in a bit With stethoscope and first-aid kit. And should that unlucky fellow be - God forbid, and touch wood - me Once the smelling salts bring me back And they stabilise the heart attack And I’ve passed out of all danger, kindly do Save a brother a drumstick or two - So streamlined we came, or skinny, perhaps Now we pull more drag than a plane with full flaps And despite the long nights of acute stomach pain Tomorrow, damn right, we’ll do it again! © 2011 Alvin L. KathembeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 13, 2011 Last Updated on May 13, 2011 Author![]() Alvin L. KathembeNairobi, KenyaAboutI write for the mind...and if I touch your heart while I'm at it, I'll take it. more..Writing
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