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.