Jungle Dinner
I moved in last week,
This work in progress house
Is nearing completion,
Electricity is not yet connected,
I have collected my full chicken
From the house next door’s fridge,
Now I sit by the fire, juggling with
The pots and pans,
My woman is away, she should
Have seen how so locked up
I become when I want my food,
Well cooked and delicious like this,
The food is ready,
I sit in my lonesome, and make good,
I seem to understand how,
Jungle dinners are the talk
Of this resort town,
This dinner is for one,
Everyone else is welcome,
The full moon is there for all to see
Me alone in this jungle dinner.
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