Lunchtime Poems - Poems about Lunchtime

When you find yourself stuck in a corner You will turn and see rules spread all over Soon be lost in the shuffle Up the creek with no paddle Missed the boat like a fish out of water...

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Memories, are valuable as they are instant portraits of your past. Surprises, they are too, as in thinking of an edible repast. No lunches were brought in bags, nor in boxes, But served to us, hot foods prepared by nuns! They served us at immaculate, white long tables! We were dying to eat but knew the Cross on the wall.... Meant we could...

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Your fingers about to break If you give it one more shake In my general direction My angers really detectin' Something brewing way down deep Slowly bubbling to creep Out of my soul with full force You better think before you toss One more finger bend my way It is rude and not OK Be polite and wait to ask Your question as I pass By your...

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Hot cheese pizza four slices, mmm. Square table at Round Table. Diet Pepsi bendy straw sports channel on wall TV palm trees outside must be Florida oh wait, no: California....

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It was a Sunday lunchtime When my son's voice I heard Mum may I please keep him In surprise at him I stared He held a tiny kitten It's head against his chest Mottled brown, grey and white His fur, in alarm, a crest My son with eyes of sepia brown Pleaded his cause to me "I've found him in the garden above our sycamore tree" "He...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy… whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze, teeter-tottered precariously. at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other! Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole, topsy-turvy on his feet, he reached for the balustrade, became quite flabbergasted, and...

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