Each evening, close to six o’clock,
My little world begins to rock.
Excitement builds, I must select,
What dish would make this night perfect.
Fish and Chips, that might be nice,
Or something veggie, cooked with rice?
We’ve always in stock a pizza or two,
Or a nice, hot curry, Vindaloo.
Perhaps a duck, all crispy, fried,
Cannot delay, I must decide.
Or sausages go with a bang,
To chase away those hunger pangs.
Unceasing time keeps marching on,
I must choose soon, or I am done.
So come on now, the time is nigh,
My runbling tummy pacify!
Ah, that was good. Now for something sweet,
My little after-dinner treat,
A piece of cake, or pancake, plain,
Oh no, they started up again!
for Fandango’s One Word Challenge(FOWC) of 2 November 2020, pacify.
If you happened to notice that all my poems are ever about is food, that’s basically because it’s all I think about!