Lunch.

This is still a work in progress, but read it anyway


Beautiful word, lunch.
It’s where you get that feeling
that it’s passed breakfast and brunch.

You should tweet what you eat
whether it’s meat wrapped in wheat
or simply some slightly salted crisps.

The attacks of plastics and snacks;
the issues cleaned with tissues, such
as the calm from licking cheesy dust off your palm.

No harm from the chills of an icy cold cola
that thrills down your throat like Gaviscon pills.


There’s those who chose to shop at Waitrose
whose luxury rolls and pasta bowls make them
feel whole,
or those who go to Tesco who follow like sheep
because it’s cheap for heaps of food.

And then the homemade parade of Hovis
and marmalade, packed up in clingfilm and
tupperware.


Beautiful thing; lunch.