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One from the crypt

Posted on 2005.08.24 at 10:47
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: Roll With the Changes - REO Speedwagon
At my day job, the whole office gets a nice catered lunch every Friday. I have always found it incredible that some of the folks there consistently disparage the food we're being GIVEN (did I mention it was FREE?). However, I must in all fairness admit that on at least one occasion, I was rather disappointed with what was being offered.

It was a different assortment of offerings from the usual. Instead of lunch food, it was brunch food. OK, fine, I thought. My reaction upon tasting it, however, was such that I was moved to write the following bit of verse. It's done to the meter of The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, which ought to be a clue right there!

The Menu
[I also considered titling it The Raven(ous)]

Once upon a Friday luncheon,
As I set about to munchin',
In anticipation of our customary bill of fare,
As I got myself a plateful,
How I hoped that nothing hateful
Would upon my plastic plate repose and so befoul the air.
And that there's an empty chair.

There I stared upon an awful
Limp and dying Belgian waffle.
Seeing no alternative, I shoveled it onto my plate.
Something white on something green,
Referred to as "Eggs Florentine."
I can only pray the hen that laid these eggs knew not their fate.
And dessert was second-rate.

To the caterer I’m saying,
And to God I now am praying,
To the moon I now am baying,
Baying, so you can't ignore!

When might you consent to dish us
Something tasty and nutritious?
I'm not asking loaves and fishes
“When?” is all that I implore!
Quoth my chances, "Nevermore!"


(Anonymous) at 2005-08-25 22:00 (UTC) (Link)

Chuck Poe

Nice! I had goose bumps and possible stomach cramps from the food poisoning all at once.

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