Lunchtime Lament

Come on friend I want my dinner,

Can’t you see I’m getting thinner?

I’m salivating at the thought,

Of pasties that I’ve recently bought,

Do come again, I blithely say,

But not upon a pasty day!

 

Why not go home? I want my lunch,

I’m kinda working on a hunch,

That if I say I’m very busy,

It’s time you went, I’m in a tizzy.

You’ll take the hint; it’s time you went,

Cos food like this is heaven sent!

 

That rumbling sound that you can hear,

Is coming from my tum that’s clear,

Rich flaky pastry’s my delight,

I have that pasty in my sight,

And now my friend’s at last departed,

I cannot say I’m brokenhearted!