Following on the poetry theme, here is a paean to that time in the day when we put down our tools and briefly run wild: lunchtime.
Well, how sounds the call to arms that dost the luncheon bring?
Can any man amongst thee lay a feast befits a king?
Women tell in hush-ed corners that the sandwiches are near;
While men they rush and falter, just an hour to sup their beer.
Oh the midday hour, and hunger's power, it doth a madness start,
Whence gluttony meets lunacy and pulls one's sense apart.
But me, I'll stroll oblivious as I pass the gawpers by,
And I shall greet thee, starkers, eating lettuce from a pie.
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Charles wrote...
Excellent pay-off line Paul Baker
Posted by: Charles | June 27, 2007 2:32 PM