Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at her plate, she wondered how she had gotten here

Under the fluorescent yellow liquid cheese, a treasure trove of textures and flavors existed

Now her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the excavation ahead

Crunching a loaded tortilla chip, her tastebuds danced to the symphony of tastes

Hefting her beer and taking a swig, she smiled loving her little bit of heaven

Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way

Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology

Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes

Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles

However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him

Cereal (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t start her morning without the stuff

Everyday was a bowl or two of sugary goodness

Really it was also a bowl for lunch, and maybe one for a late night snack

Eventually she realized she was an addict

And tried to quit cold turkey, but that didn’t end well

Locked up after freebasing all the Captain Crunch at Walmart

Passion (an acrostic poem)

Putting things in perspective wasn’t usually difficult

Although today Ben was having a real problem with it

See he had his eyes on a certain young lady

She had the cutest little smile that made his breath funny

It made his decision so hard to make

Ordinarily, he would eat his lunch by himself

Now he wanted to ask the lunch lady to eat with him

 

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Lazy (an acrostic poem)

Listing on the sea of life

As waves bob me up and down

Zillions of things demand my attention

Yet all I do is wonder what is for lunch

 

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Glare (an acrostic poem)

Giving the valet his slip, Gary waited for his BMW to be brought around

Lunch had been dreadful, and Kate had basically dumped him for dessert

And to make matters worse, he got a text from his wife telling him she was leaving him

Reality was now blinding him with its neon F* You! sign

Especially when he got to watch the valet drive off with Gary’s wife and Kate in his beemer

 

 

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Summer Sensations

Matt closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses.  The rustle from behind him could be that stupid squirrel that Katie had said stole some of his lunch last week.  At least it sounded the same to Matt.  It had been a week, and to be honest, he hadn’t really been paying attention to exactly how that stupid squirrel had sounded anyway.

Still Matt let his imagination wander just like the critter was doing behind him.  Katie was definitely missing out today.  The smell of freshly bloomed lilacs perfumed the air and amplified the lovely warm feeling of the sun playing along his face.  He broke out into a smile and stood up; knowing his lunch break was almost over.  Matt began to whistle as he whipped out his white cane and began tapping to the beat while feeling his way back to the office.  Katie must have been blind to miss out on an afternoon like this.