Best Lunch Poems
Please enjoy this fictional imagining of my lunch at CayCay's, inspired by the realization that there are some subtle differences in our food tastes.
Who should I have the pleasure to meet?
Why, CayCay, who invited me over to eat,
where she nicely offered me a seat -
"Have some pig's feet! You may choose
to have them with or without shoes."
"I'll take the shoes, but hold the laces",
I said, as I tried to not to make weird faces,
but I was thinking, "leaping lizards",
when she dished out chicken gizzards.
Just about then, I was ready for walkin'
when she served up cornbread. Now we're talkin' -
grits, and hominy and sweet potato pie!
I can't wait till next time I'll be stoppin' by.
This morning I went for a country stroll
Saw greenery of summer at its best
But off road walking had taken its toll
So the next stop was an Inn for a rest .
Ploughman's I ordered with a pint of beer
I took a seat and watched folk come and go
The sounds of banter and talk I could hear
Background music playing easy and slow.
I finished lunch and left by the main door
A shame to leave such merriment behind
And tempted I was to just have one more
But the home journey I still had to find.
I looked at my map then got on my way
Making the most of this warm summer day.
Written 20th July 2019.
(A ploughman's lunch is an English cold meal of bread, cheese, onions and meat, usually accompanied by butter and pickles. As its name suggests, it is most commonly eaten at lunchtime, is particularly associated with pubs, and often accompanied with beer.)
(The Cotswolds is an area in south central and south west England comprising the Cotswold Hills, a range of rolling hills that rise from the meadows of the upper Thames to an escarpment, known as the Cotswold Edge, above the Severn Valley and Evesham Vale. The area is defined by the bedrock of Jurassic limestone that creates a type of grassland habitat rare in the UK and that is quarried for the golden-coloured Cotswold stone. It contains unique features derived from the use of this mineral; the predominantly rural landscape contains stone-built villages, historical towns and stately homes and gardens.
Source - Wikpedia.com
LUNCH BOX
The sandwich was probably only two days old
School had let out for Christmas vacation on the 23rd
And now on Christmas Eve Sam had found it -
lunchbox and all - in an alley behind Clarke’s Super
The kid had taken a couple of bites of the apple – now
gone brown- but left the roast beef sandwich whole
“Too damn much mayo!” Sam frowned
“But boy am I hungry!”
Licorice the cat – so named by the neighborhood kids –
was hungry too and let Sam know it with his most
plaintiff cry
Sam was street-wise an old cardboard box dweller who
had tenanted many boxes many alleys in his time
Yet this was no “Hello puss whose puss are you?”
animal summons for attention
The yowl had a bone-rattle desperation Sam hadn’t heard
before
Licorice blended with the night
But stood out even against the gloom
She was pressed against an empty oil barrel back arched
on the tips of her paws so almost skeletal
Sam couldn’t help but sigh
It was Christmas Eve and despite the location – a forlorn
back alley – a string of lights (from somewhere) were
blinking
On
Off
On
Off
On
Off
On
The red-green-gold shown against Licorice’s satin fur
Charmed the (already charmed) night
Charmed Sam the Box Man
“Well I’ll be damned!” he gulped
Then threw half the sandwich to the starving kitty
“Merry Christmas old beggar.” Sam smiled
. "Listen first,.....to the voice in your head"
Okay, …if only we can catch the waitress’s eye, we could order more tea…
Can hardly believe it… Joan is still complaining about her in-laws
Peg interrupts, excusing herself to go to the ladies room
What was it she said about her husband burning breakfast?
It must have been funny, since everyone is laughing…
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My eyes wander to the window….
I see some geese in the sky
Heading north... Oh my, summer has gone so quickly…
I must get the family together and go out to the lake one more time
We'll take a picnic, and let the children feed the geese...
I'll remember to buy day-old bread just for that,...
but we'll have to watch the children..
Last time one goose chased Suzanna, and she fell down, ....
…made her cry,…poor thing
It is so beautiful on the east shore….hopefully the water isn’t too cold
Maybe the children can still enjoy a swim…yes…we must do that soon….
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Oops, Peg's back from the Ladies......
I'll scoot over, to make more room,.....
Hmm..looks like she's done something different with her hair...
Joan is still chattering about her weekend with the in-laws.....
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How I long to be back at the lake again….on the beach in the sun….
Oh look there…just outside the window…
a whirlwind is gathering up a few leaves
Already rust and brown…edges curled with the touch of autumn
Yes, ….summer has gone so quickly…
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For the Contest: Summer's End
Tasty summer food
in the park or on the beach
~
a refreshing lunch
05.07.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I won a lunch for two with Tom Sawyer
And there he was waiting in the foyer
He wore his best old straw hat
But was told "You can't wear that"
Good thing I'm a hayseed defense lawyer
Ethan Alan Eaton ate an earthworm,
So, Ethan Alan's sister Sybel said.
But little Ethan Alan doesn't talk, yet;
So he just sucked his thumb and burped, instead.
Six Unfinished Lunch Bags
(A collaborative confessional-witness lyric by Anne Winter and Daniel Henry Rodgers)
The memories of my childhood linger long,
With imaginary friends, my strong bond.
Echoes of loud and clear domestic violence,
Grief, tears, sorrow and unbearable silence.
Six years old—
six wax bags lined across the black-and-white table,
Sweet Lebanon bologna sandwiches
spread with Kraft mayonnaise.
My hands stayed pinned behind me—habit—
he reeked of beer; the metal post blessed my skull —
everything went dark.
When I woke, the basement joists
hung over me, unchanged.
Cold concrete floor.
The scar on my knee —
first thing I saw.
I cried, then finished the lunches
chips wrapped into waxed paper.
I should have died—
Why not.
No closet, no corner—only the table and all six bags.
Tomorrow, I journey into the lost woods—
blue-black comics tucked under my arm,
the only safe place my hands didn’t shake.
Flashbacks of alienation in some crowd,
Achievements accolade-worthy, no one to be proud.
Razed rage, lurking loneliness seeping stress,
Here I confess, my childhood one chaotic mess.
Adolescent to adulthood soaked in existential crises and
Decades spent begging for love and screaming with my favorite band.
O life, O dear life, what do you have for me?
If you don't care then please set me free.
Help me escape back to the lost wood.
Six unfinished lunch bags.
Sub bread that is made from scratch.
Spread with mustard sauce.
Cheese and turkey next in line.
Lettuce crisp sub-lime.
Onions a delight.
Tomatoes
Lunch!
They sit at the lunch tables together….alone……seeking the sustenance of acceptance.
John g. Lawless
©8/21/2019
Oh my great salad come to me,
your tomato juices soon to please.
Look at those beautiful green leaves,
A little spark of yellow with the cheese.
The sweetness of my ranch on top,
I'll eat you all up, I could never stop.
Those little crunchy bits laying just there,
Could be seeds, could be bacon, I don't care.
The nice crispy texture so great when I bite,
A little bit of cucumber makes it just right.
Come to me, my super great lunch,
I'll eat you all up and I like it a bunch.
My lunch adventure is all gone I'd say,
I eat every bit, I like it that way.
My lunch was just really good today - Donald
a bowl
velvety carrot coconut curry
lunch
A cup of coffee,
And a moonpie,
A muffin fluffy
I just has to buy,
A cheezy burger,
And homemade fries,
A fizzle squirter,
Got in my eyes,
Mashed potatos,
Steak on rye,
With tomatoe,
And ice cream pie.
Giant gator grabbing
Convulsing, chunks crashing
twisting, twirling, thrashing
muskrat mammal munched.
We used to have a lunch lady
who was so very mean.
She was also very ugly,
and she was never clean!
She was hairy as a monkey!
Revolting as a skunk!
And unlike typical ladies,
she really, really stunk!
So I talked to my principal
about her horridness.
He had her replaced soon enough
and oh, what a huge mess!
Her food was pretty disgusting
and so I didn’t strive
The horrid octopi she made
when mine was still alive!
It went and crawled out of my bowl;
but then bit off my head!
So that’s my excuse for staying
at home and not being in school instead.