An Acrostic
Lasagna rests in portions, pudding waits
Under five minds' eyes and five pink plates.
Noon comes and I have pulled my portion near,
Chanting thanks to Jane, who cannot hear.
Heating in the microwave expands the cheer.
Cool-whip beckons me; I am in Noodle Town,
Lunch Club sweet'ning these five days, and counting down
Until my Friday turn, knowing that I must plot.
Brick, David, Dave, and Jane will share the lot.
4 comments:
Both the pudding and the lasagne look AWESOME.
They were, too. Jane set the bar high for Lunch Club!
your poetry is too awesome!
Thank you. You're kind. ;)
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