Short Before Lunch Poems
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I skated holding onto the tail of a jet stream today.
We went to Dubai, Zimbabwe Omaha and Bombay.
I got back before lunch before my mother could say
Where have you been child? In the yard you must stay!
What if chickies had boobs in the back as well as the front
Hugging would last an eternity, can imagine twice the grunts
Hard to pry peeps apart
Talk about uncontrollable farts
If I have one last wish, we'd hug six times before lunch
Mom said be sure to wash
your face off before lunch, by gosh
The son obeyed
but without a mouth, eyes, and nose
He could not eat, why do you suppose
Each morning just before lunch at eleven,
I can see the black smoke rise.
Pops has his large grill fired up.
Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame.
Just come here to satisfy your hunger.
Pops is not skimpy on his sauce.
The man is the boss for cooking.
How can you sleep here? Asks an artist from the north.
Leopard is used to the vivid colors of the rainforest.
He can sleep anywhere, but especially here.
It is his home, his hunting ground, his safe place.
The stranger keeps talking, annoying leopard.
He may have to snack before lunch.
All my time is laying on my laurates floor
I've written my poems
and don't have much to show
Those books don't appear to be useful
I've played my secret passion
and eat my buffalo wings
I've got few Anthology's
to please my peers
it don't ring true,
part reciting them from Lands End
when a Poet goes out
before Lunch
It takes more courage to eat before complaining
Than to protest and create a conflict before lunch
if you are at community soup kitchen
Where there are mostly sheep and many eyes
There may be a right time for everything
But there is never a right time for conflict
Even if it is easier than threading a needle
Or catching a fish
Some never find wrongdoing
in one of their own
no matter the proof shown
or how many whistles are blown
they circle the wagons close ranks
deny any and all culpability
then compound the issue
by defending duplicity with verbal hostility
but Detective Inspector Quasimodo
could solve a crime before lunch
he'd secure the scene collect clues examine the evidence
and would bust the culprit just on a hunch
Hand me the sugar.
Flour.
Cinnamon.
Don’t forget the chocolate chips!
Oh, and the prank!
The worms!
The worms!
For an added crunch.
Now hurry,
Go cook the bunch.
We need those done,
Before lunch,
To watch daddy turn green,
And mommy to scream!
Shh…. Here they come to eat!
There they go,
Grab the cookies.
What’s this?
No green?
Not even a scream?
Nothing a’tall?
Darn, we were caught by Aunt Charell.
She switched the batch,
But it was such a good catch……