It was a meal for seven days; <br />He ate the meat on Sunday <br />And the fruit salad <br />The next day. <br />On Tuesday he licked up the broth <br />And downed the dessert <br />Even before the main. <br />It is Thursday with plain rice, <br />No broth, no meat - nothing. <br />There still has to go <br />Friday, Saturday and what <br />Will he do? <br />He looks at the rice and sighs, <br />Then he prays to the Esoteric - <br />How am I to eat plain white <br />With no broth at all? <br />There is a knock at the door, <br />Rat tat tat ta! <br />It's a pretty girl in from the marts <br />Who says savingly, <br />I thought I should bring you <br />A factory-made soup.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-meal-for-seven-days/
