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This week its another rummage in the ragbag of NaPoWriMo 2020 poems. Enjoy!
When Peas Broke Out
Sausage and mash.
That's what started it.
The menu was a flowchart
designed for maximum efficiency.
And to help procrastinators.
Testing napkin tensile strength
I looked at it in terror
not deciding which path to take.
The hostile friendliness of the waiter
embodied itself in a cough.
Fork twiddled, spoon twitched.
Knife polished into a sliver.
The food arrived but it was invisible.
Too late to reject whatever assortment
of artisan stuff I had selected.
Anxiety seeing oddities.
Evil mind stories invented.
Dinner everywhere except on the plate.
Gravy poured onto clothes, on the floor,
exhausted sausages spread across tales,
mash up on the wall,
peas breaking out
across the ceiling and drapery.
Body in full convulsions
of being shaken by embarrassment.
A million people.
A billion death stares.
Even the peas were glaring disapprovingly
when all I wanted was -
- another gentle cough,
'Are you ready to order now?'
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