Chicken Pot Pie

The man sat in his wheelchair; His aide was on the phone, Behavior to which aides and sitters Oftentimes are prone. “You’re hungry?” She hung up and said; The question I’d not heard. “But you had lunch!” and yet His urge for food was undeterred. “Remember? At the Mansion? Chicken pot pie was your meal, With lentil soup, then ice cream.” (Likely as a mid-day deal.) It wasn’t even 2 o’clock Yet still, they headed back, Abandoning the river For an after-lunchtime snack.