Friday, 2 March 2012

There's No Such Thing As A Free Lunch

I stole some pickle from work
I’m such a berk
I could get sacked
Backed and cracked.
It’s just the sandwich at hand
Was so bland
It needed a lift.

So do I.

And what’s more I took too much
I spoiled the feast
The hardened form of milk
In Tesco’s Value
Medium sliced yeast

Infection, is what it felt like
And on reflection
I wasn’t really needy
Just greedy.

But now I must eat the evidence of the deed


  1. Love this! Have you got any poetry gigs yet?

  2. No, been too busy with this advertising lark to think about it really. But it's def something I want to do.