A poem from our Community Correspondent David Bradley
Food
It will soon be dinner time
oh no what a dread
if only they knew
the thoughts in my head,
with total strangers
it’s not so bad,
with family members
it’s rather sad,
I know who chews what
oh no what a thought,
crunch crunch, slurp slurp,
oh no, here we go,
I’m beginning to feel anger from within
can I hold on til the slurping’s gone?
scrap the plate, belch it out,
my patience has run out,
I can’t stand it any more
I head for the door,
it’s not their fault you see
it’s all down to me.
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