hunger humour

Written by: jan oskar hansen

Hunger Humour 
At the small hotel 8 of us sat around a table 
for our evening meal of meat cakes and 
mashed potatoes; I remember the table cloth 
was white and had yellows flowers on.
At the end of the meal there was only one 
meat cake left and the hostess urged us to eat 
everything, but no one dared take the last one.
The hostess switched off the light, a pause then
a scream a man sat there bleeding with seven
forks stuck in his hand.