A gurgling brook
Surrounded by large oak trees
Flowers everywhere
And a blanket for the ground
Best picnic place ever found!
Unhappy lunch
I could sense as soon as we entered
the restaurant that was a family run business
there had been a turmoil in the kitchen
the servers were father and daughter who
normally worked well together, but to day he
was in the kitchen, his daughter said, when
I asked
There were still many costumers, but they
kept a low profile and spoke subdual when
eating, we had entered a war zone
when our food came it was served on a dish
where my meat was grey like it had been
boiled, fries were uneven remanded of sailor
who had jut made ashore from a sinking ship
falling exhausted to the ground, and the
fried egg had been killed into a hard shell
However the salat, possible made before the
civil war, was good
Needless to say I refused to eat the served
my wife more skilled in diplomatic niceness
told the girl server to pack the food to take home
that I for some reason was not hungry
the lesson is, do not upset chefs in their kitchen
crispy salad greens
topped with fresh red tomatoes
a colorful feast
slivers of carrots
taste buds are quick to waken
whispers of blue cheese
add some radishes
and strips of shaved honey ham
a marvelous lunch
Had lunch with a friend
And we sat in the shade
In a sidewalk arrangement
The restaurant made.
I live on the east side
And she on the west.
We meet to catch up
At each other’s request.
The corner was busy
And traffic zipped by.
With sirens and buses,
I’m not gonna lie,
The noisiness level
Was blaring and loud,
Plus bulldozers rolled
As pedestrians cowed.
Construction just added
More rat-a-tat-tats,
With shouts from the workers
In safety-type hats.
My friend and I chatted,
Our voices both raised,
Delighted to be there,
New Yorkers unfazed.
Fried deliciously in a skillet, lightly sautéed to perfection
Buns being toasted as we prepare to intensify our wants
Mmm so tasty is a patty being slid between two buns with lettuce, cheese , pickles, onions and your favorite sauce
Why not top it off with bacon and a fried egg
Still in all we have entered heaven then it is done with a delicious strawberry shake, I must acquit!!!
The toxins in dried sewage paste
Have left our farm land poison laced
This waste on crops spread
Won’t hurt if you’re dead
And doesn’t affect the food taste
Fertilizer’s best bargain brand
Is dried solid sludge on farm land
Now the food we eat
Contains something sweet
And our scientists want it banned
On the road to Lunch Bucket Town
I met a grape, crushed and stomped down
I added some mayo said the stunned hound
Got lucky that day in Lunch Bucket Town
~ Nature is not an unlimited resource - the bill will come one day ~
quote by poet
There is tenderness
in the morning of beauty
Something fierce
and magnificent
As ray of gold,
flourish in abundance
In this moment,
this day, this life
Spring reveals: color bursting tulips
in exuberant dance
which represents liveliness
and intensity
Honeybee shall drink deeply
in the petals embrace
Enchanted lyre of the heart
winter sky gazing
aurora borealis
dancing light show
lunch at lakefront park
geese chilling under the sun
gentle breeze blowing
I will order in just a minute.
If there’s grilled cheese, I want in on it.
Or maybe I could have some fries.
Which is on the menu to my surprise.
I enjoy a burger on some days.
But maybe not Mondays.
I want mustard on my shirt.
And guacamole on my skirt.
As long as I am full.
I don’t mind the messy toll.
I will order in just a second now.
This lemonade is already making me go “Wow!”
I asked what he recommended.
He says the fish is splendid.
In 15 minutes my order came out.
I wanted to see the delicious food he was talking about.
The fish was good, I took a bite.
But then I felt a new plight…
At the table next to me, a man ordered chicken.
I felt the plot start to thicken.
It looked so good, I wished for a bite.
I had to hold back with all my might.
As the man walked to the bathroom.
I felt sad in this dining room.
I snuck over and stole a little of his food.
It wasn’t much, so it wouldn’t ruin his mood.
But he came back to the table too fast.
I was chewing the chicken with his eyes overcast.
I told him the chicken was just ok.
But I’m glad I ordered the fish today.
It's a perfect day for bananafish.
But I know! It's not your favorite dish.
So, I can make you a plate
of oven-baked orangeprimate,
and an appleoyster salad if you wish.
For 8x5 contest , sponsor Joseph May. Posted 16 February 25
Lunch Break
Tomato and cheese
On rye if you please
Not from the deep freeze
I like a fresh roll
It comforts my soul
Lettuce would be nice
And a dash of spice
Paprika’s my vice
Coffee nice and hot
From the freshest pot
Add a double shot
Served by a miss Madge
Displayed on her badge
I gather my tray
She smiles when I say
Please have a nice day
there was an old man named Munch
who decided on a tryst over brunch
he thought he met the girl of his dreams
she let out a scream
and he said my dear I have something to paint over lunch
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