John Stetson Poet Epic

The Great Food Panic of 2020, Part 1

05/03/20  13:33
Well…
We headed to the corner store for more
Of what we thought we needed more
Of what we thought we needed for
Just what we thought we needed when we headed to the store

See appetite gets whet when met 
With thoughts of what you might not get
When met with shortage yet imagined 
By those with gardens needing weeding

Cause gardens kept by those whose habits
Lend to tending most by rabbits
Tend to tendencies like rabbits
Eating more than weeding without much of a harvest

Imagining there's nothing harder
Than work to fill the family larder
Lurking in the den and shirking all that dirty work 
And working hard at finding rest

Much simpler then to hop the buggy
Hit the AC warm or muggy
Zip down to see the local grocer and spend your dime 
And not your time no sweat to get the belly swelling

And while you're there be dust and care free
Filling baskets with abandon
Nothing taxing more than handing
Plastic to the smiling teller

At least you think her eyes are smiling
Behind the mask there while you're piling
All the cravings you've been saving 
All your pent up ravings for upon the belt before you rolling

Sweet or salty, juicy, malty, two or three of all you see
You haven't baked since '93
But yeast is small and all twas there 
Will fill your basket up quite nicely

Then head back home to stock the pantry
Stopping on the way for take-out sliding through the drive-thru 
Why bother now to use the oven after all 
This taxing shopping's made an appetite not waiting

For some bothersome preparing
Fast food's filling if not daring
All your energy expended 
In those crowded aisles you wended

You can barely tend the blender 
And end the evening cordially

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Meanwhile we're just washing up 
From toiling for our soup to sup
We've sharpened steel and cut some oats, rolled them lovingly 
And planned the morrow's menu all by hand

Involved in every major step we look 
With pride on that kept safe from pestilence and pest 
Our vigilance kept while you slept, rest is best earned 
Filled with grain from rain and strain we carefully planned

There's just one thing it seems we're lacking
A lack of one small item sends us packing 
Hastily lest closing keep us from a well-deserv-ed sleep
Its need will feed us on the morrow, rest is one thing one can't borrow

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